I think that I have finally come to the realization that my parents are almost there. By there I mean the point where they need help to do regular things. My Dad's eyes are so bad, he is legally blind, but in his stubbornness wanted to paint the his second house by himself. Knowing that he can't see to well my mom asked me to go over after he had finished and do some touch ups. My dad was there when I arrived, and he knew why I was, there but didn't bring it up.He just told me that the last bedroom needed to be finished. I proceeded to paint the entire basement again, of which I am not complaining about, but was gracious for the eyes to see it.
While painting I left my mp3 player at home and pulled out some old Cd's from our collection. Almost 16 years ago an album was realeased that changed my life. The album is obviously "Ten" by Pearl Jam. I listened to the album 4 straight times while painting and thought of "Jeremy" painting the wall of his school classroom. There is something to say about Pearl Jam being the only band left from the 3-4 year period we called grunge, but can now call really good music.
Our family dog Cookie was "put to sleep" this week, there are times when I wish I could just be "put to sleep". I am working on a poem about this but can't really put in words quite yet the feeling.
