Just when I thought it was time to stop taking the antidepressant meds (after all, what do I have to be depressed about) and forgot to pick up my new prescription, leaving me for three days without a dose, this morning was about the most hideous I remember. I did not want to get up, felt alternately angry and sorry for myself, and just bleak house and realized that it was time to drive toot-sweet to Rite Aid on Sunset. There was a great piece in, I think, the Times magazine about a guy who weaned himself off his meds because his situation changed, and how cathartic it was for him, how he cried at a film for the first time and so on. Of course I become completely charged up and gungho. Yes! I can do that. No, I can't. That's the sweet thing about anti-depressants -- you really don't notice them at all until they're gone. It's a bit sad, depending on anything like that. I'm better now. Thank God. I can't remember the last time I was utterly useless for a few hours.
Jerry Fallwell died yesterday and today Terry Gross replayed an interview she'd done with him a few years ago. He seemed pretty reasonable, despite his anti-everything that ain't fundamentalist Christian position. He grew up with an agnostic father who in turn had grown up with an atheist father and he spoke of the rich spiritual element that was missing in his life. Isn't it funny how children rebel? And thus was born the Moral Majority a movement which got Reagan into power and has helped both Bushes since. A movement, I believe that has done more to harm Christianity than anything else. A movement, I fear, that has actually made people ashamed of their faith. But you can't call him evil. Just a poor, misguided sod. He took it one step too far. Maybe three.
I've spent too much of every day out with Coaster, the horse that J wants to rename Timmy or Caspar or something. I love the name Coaster; it's dorky as hell but it suits him. He always seems very happy to see me and loves all the attention and the grooming and the baths. It's very peaceful at Lisa's house. Just me, the dogs and all of her horses standing in their little pipe corrals in the sun and the occasional crow or hawk overhead. And the peacock next door. He's quite gorgeous and roosts in the big pine tree at night, his enormous tail cascading down.
N is working very hard and getting incredible results at school. Something happened, an electrical sizzle in his head, something. But he's firing on all cylinders AND thrilled about it. I stand back and watch him, trying hard to tamp down my overblown, motherly pride. Oy.