I am determined to survive whatver debris life throws my way with my sense of humor intact. I'm a 52 year old woman with disabling MS and, after trying to fight it out by myself, have recently moved into a nursing home. This is the story of my effort to get through life while living here. My one talent and redeeming trait is that I enjoy writing nonsense verse, which I will share with you. all entries © Deborah Taylor, 2010 All rights reserved
Monday, June 28, 2010
To continue the story, (if you remember, Dad and David are at Randolph Macon moving Susan out because she flunked out) David and Sue pretty much don't know each other at all at that point, and, if you know Dad at all, you know he goes absolutely ballistic without a moments notice, so poor David was probably scared to death. He was also embarrassed as shit, because these people he was being forced by Dad to march in and "strong-arm" were the kinds of people that had been his friends in college just a year before. According to David, they just pounded in and started grabbing dishes out of cupboards and linens off beds, and even took the typewriter table out from under Stephanie's typewriter while she was trying to type a paper. To give you a final wrap up, Sue and I moved in together, which Mom and Dad were sure was going to be her final undoing, but which actually ended with her graduating with honors from George Mason in economics and the getting a job as a contractor with TASC. Stephanie, the girl who was typing (can you believe we actually typed back then?) became a lawyer and married a marine. I'm not real sure what happened to Shannon. Last I heard she lived on the West Coast and had invented and developed three dimensional fold-out tourist maps.
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