AUSTRALIA~ The movie

Wish I could go see it with mom. She says it's based on another movie (can't remember the title) that her dad was supposed to be in but he got throat cancer instead.
She was living there when it all happened, and seems to know a lot about the Japs and the cattle drive(s) and all that.
I'll end up seeing it with my sister I guess. Maybe my brother will go along. I'll end up paying for her if he doesn't go... I'm sure she won't let him see me pay for her.
Anyhow... wrote mom a long e-mail last night. I hate to think of her, 85 years old, living out there alone, just the dog and the (dying of old age ) cat... Poor Nosey. I love Nosey. I can't believe that cat is still alive.. she must be... I don't know, old.
Nosey is the last of a long line of barn cats.. .all the other ones got ate by something. Coyotes, pit bulls... Nosey earned a warm, fluffy bed in the house her last few months on earth. mom says all she does is eat, sleep, poop and pee.
Wish I had a photo.
Not of her pooping or peeing, mind you.
The cat that is.
LOL
Anyhow... I hate this time of night, time for bed but I don't want to go. I want to go to bed early so I can lounge about watching the Today Show and drinking coffee but I always end up going to bed late and getting up late.
Called the cops on the neighbor this morning as his car alarm went off again..cops didn't show. I'll keep calling until they get sick of me, as I am sure they don't want me taking the law into my own hands.
I want to drive to New Orleans... I don't see why not. I need to get out, feel the open road... how long has it been since I had a long drive by myself? Stopped and smelled the... smelled the...roadside coffee?
I don't see why I shouldn't, esp. if gas prices stay low. I can't believe gas is under two bucks.
Will it stay that way? Maybe. It's only two tanks of gas there, two back.. four tanks.
I think it would be good for me. The only long drives I took in Alaska were fraught with menace either due to the weather or Bren's attitude.
or Mary's... or Dad's....
good grief.
I was just reading the Anchorage Daily News online... good ol' Mark Begich is pulling ahead of Ted Stevens. The era of corruption seems over in Alaska.
And there is dishwashing job at Judy's... a diner on Old Seward... for eleven freakin' bucks an hour!!!
Holy bejeebus... I am sorely temped to hop a fuggin' plane and take that job. But I can't... hell, they keep saying I can have my old job back at the hospital. that's twelve bucks an hour.
But I can't do Alaska anymore. I just can't. As lonely as I am now, compound that with snow and darkness... no!
I won't do it for money.