25
Jan
2017

What is it about the DOW hitting 20,000 that is such a monumental milestone?  Is it really all that different from 19,981?  For the past several weeks, I’ve watched the talking heads and anchors on the major business channel outlets, gush and huff and breathless, “watch the DOW to see if it hits that HISTORIC NUMBER!”

Why is 20,000 historic.  It’s one point higher than 19,999 which at the time was historic.  I guess we humans are just comfortable with nice, round numbers. Orders of magnitude are important to us.  Thresholds are fun.

Like my husband said, when I commented on the inanity while sitting on the couch watching the speculation, “Honey, the DOW is just leveling-up. That’s all it means.”

Well, okay then.

14
Jan
2017

My mother died in September, a little over a year after her Stage IV cancer diagnosis. She never came to terms with the necessity of moving into a nursing home due to her extreme physical de-conditioning and medical care needs.  Also, especially the last 6 months or so, she was exhibiting more and more cognitive impairment.  This didn’t help the fact that she couldn’t understand the situation; she was very angry with me most of the time.

Since she passed, I’ve been having occasional  nightmares about her.  Not necessarily scary dreams, but they disturb me and interrupt my sleep – I’ll be cranky and tired the next day or two, as well.

These dreams almost always take the form of being in an institutional like setting.  The most recent seemed like we were sitting in a school cafeteria, crafting, in a brightly lit area at the long tables.  In every dream, she is in her wheelchair, looking like she did soon after her diagnosis, before she became really frail.

Usually, I have a vivid feeling that she is there, and she is glaring at me with her mad face (I saw a lot of that in real life), and she is very angry with me.  She doesn’t say much to me, just pierces me with dagger eyes, until something snaps me out of it – my subconscious tells me, this isn’t real. She’s no longer here.  But, I wake up feeling sad, and terrible, and just defeated.

So, I was telling my sister about it recently.  She offered the idea that Mom was maybe in Purgatory, working through her anger and it was coming through to me.  I said, but why do I have to be there with her? Do I at least get credit when it’s my turn?

And, my sister said, oh,after this past year, you get AP credit.  You definitely get AP credit.