Something Fun, For a Change

Just a little break from the drama... [my mother and her various situation(s) have always been whirlwinds of drama and urgency, most of which she has created and fed, herself, so that, in a magical (or malevolent) interpersonal process of infection (or projection, or projective identification), all of those in her vicinity also get whipped into deeply experiencing the sense that there is something URGENT that must be done RIGHT NOW about whatever it is that Mother says that she wants or needs done... ]

So, absolutely essential to take breaks from it all. And while I was browsing on Slate this morning, I ran across this interesting online gizmo that you can use to transform facial photos... And at nearly the same time, I realized that my own notebook computer has a tiny little camera in it, always looking at me. Never have used it, before. So I figured out how it worked, and took a picture of myself, and then fed it into the face-transformer machine. I found that most of the variations that you are permitted (you can make the face look (sort of) like the face of a baby, for example, or the face of someone of another race, or into a hybrid chimp face--ick! ick!) are truly horrific, especially if you are working with a picture of yourself. There are also cartoon variations and artsy variations. I posted the result of the artsy version of my today-at-the-computer picture, up at the top of this post... I kind of like it. I'm going to use it as my online blog photo, till I get bored with it.

And now I am off to the nursing home with my mother's clean laundry. Yesterday I finally gave in to her unrelenting insistence that I give her some money to put in her purse. She now has $50 cash, and insists that she has stuff she wants to spend it on, there at the nursing home (she won't tell me what that might be, but she once alluded to the idea that she will be able to get someone to take her somewhere). And then as I was leaving, she ordered me to bring her "at least $600" on Monday. And when I told her I loved her, she laughed scornfully, and said: "Oh, no, you do not."