langour

Not an island in the South Pacific.

So much topsy-turvy crap in the world, and I try to keep up on it so I am not hit sideways with the surprise.   Probably a fools errand, as Black Swan events are never foreseen.   But there is just so much crap going on and I have so much other stuff going on at the personal level,

Lethargy, drowsiness, apathy. Oppressiveness.

Yeah, THAT.   The whole world feels so oppressive these days.

And to add to it, I can see the life draining from my dad, and feel there is nothing I can do.   81 years, and very little medical intervention needed; to suddenly constant medical attention and limited abilities due to medical hardware attached to his body.  He is feeling the oppressiveness as well, just from a different angle.  And I see it, its wearing on him and his will is fading.  I am hoping that these things can be eliminated from his life with a quickness so he can get out and live out the rest of his days on his terms.   That these are his end days is without question,  I just don’t want to see him bed-ridden and miserable through them.  Thats not how he’s lived and I sure as shit don’t want it to be how he dies.

Not that it has much of anything to do with this post, other than having a wonderful emotional parallel to my feelings lately, here is a song thats been hitting my playlist quite a bit the last few.

Romance languages make for some of the best lyrics for the ear IMO.  And, yeah, I kinda have a thing for Shakira, and Chenoa, and Talia,,,   LOL. Me encantan las latinas,,,