Filet of Flounder

It's lunch somewhere right now. Or dinner. Or late lunch. Sunday lunch is always bigger. It's supper actually. We can't eat until the filet of soul thaws out. I put it right into the deep freeze yesterday as soon as I bought it, and promptly forgot it. Peg is dying. That's Bridge's & Danielle (& Len & Janine's) mom. She's dying naturally. They forego life support, which is painful for the family to watch, but a much gentler form of death. I was there to see her this morning, one last time before she dies. She looked really great, her color was good and she was not hooked up to machines, bloated and blotchy from a feeding tube and liquids. The priest was there yesterday and reminded them that what they are doing is illegal. Of course they then lied to the priest. Don't we all lie to priests? Of course I don't..I tell the truth and cry and what's up with that? (See my Fatima post..oh, I didn't write it yet.) Anyway, this morning I had a vision of Dan, B's father. He came to me at my desk this morning, early, as I dozed in and out writing. I saw him clear as day and heard him say he had to go take care of her now. He was young with a full head of hair. I woke with a start, remembering he is the one that's dead. Poor Peg.

When it's my time, I want a big needle full of whatever it took to put my big dog Bear to sleep. I nice fat syringe. One, two three...

You read it here.

For lunch I had a muffin that Mara made. Carot ginger. For dinner I will eventually have that lovely filet of soul. Italian style. Maybe we'll have a sweet potatoe with it. Although that doesn't go. Some fresh mozz... perhaps.

The weather is rainy, gloomy almost. Perfect for dying.