I watched a movie this morning “The Great Debaters”. If you havent watched it, do.
This week has been rough … ( understatement, I know ) on many levels. Nationally, the tragedy in Florida sucks the air out of me.
Personally, issues with my mom, my grandchildren…cause me to ache to be able to do more, to fix, to be present everywhere, all the time…
Physically I made it to the gym once. Not good. need to be there at least 3 times a week.
And, it is still February.
UGGHHH…I hate February.
As far as Im concerned the only two good things that ever happened in February are the births of two of my grandchildren…. and seriously both of them could have waited a couple days…..March is so much more hopeful.
This weather, the dark, stores full of grumpy people. My husband pouting over whatever has him pissed off at the moment.
I hate February.
Husband had back surgery Tuesday. Recouping at home, fairly steady improvement so far but I have had some trouble getting him to get off the chair and walk….or move….
Left him for an hour today to get him some medicine and Valentines Gifts for the grandbabies. Come home to find him hanging out the front door, in pajamas and robe no less, in the rain, holding a conversation with some kid ( ok, young man) holding an umbrella and cell phone. As I leave the car Im like “can I help you?” to which this kid starts with “yes, Ms. L Im here to schedule an appointment…” and husband starts in with ” Im gonna get him to give us a price on 5 windows. ” I’m like
“WHOA! You, get your butt in the house, its raining and you had BACK surgery 4 days ago.”
“YOU– goodbye. We are not standing in the rain with an unsolicited salesman discussing windows”.
Husband knows the look on my face and shuts the door. This simple kid makes a call to the “office” and is trying to get me to set up an appointment. Then he asks if he can help me carry my packages in. Uh NO. It took me no less than 5 minutes to get this child to head back down the sidewalk.
At which point I grab my 7 candy hearts, 5 stuffed animals and 2 lego minis and stumble up the steps. My husband had locked the door. Both locks. No way this guy was getting in. Or me.
Found the key and got in the house, soaking wet to have him announce: “you dont trust anybody. charities that call the house, people who knock on the door, you dont trust anybody.” I about fell out.
Time to cut him back on his meds I think.
Damn straight she did. And we will.
Why is it that my grown daughter feels it is ok to ignore my phone calls? I know cell phones are invasive, and that you dont HAVE to answer them, but its her mother for God’s sake, wouldnt you think she’d pick up just to make sure everything is ok????? When she calls me, I answer. When her dad calls, 99% of the time, she answers. When I call? its a 50/50 chance she will pick up. Seriously.
with this cell phone, tablet, facebook filled world is it makes you have the expectation that you can get ahold of someone all the time. And then, when you cant, when you have exhausted all the wonders of technology and they dont pick up, text back or respond to an IM,,, your head goes to the worst place. Ridiculous. Only to be cured by a ringing phone.
Tonight I went to my son’s house and spent some time, just talking with my granddaughter. We have seven grandchildren, blessings all, and I am fortunate that I get to see them each week, they have grown up surrounded by grammy and pop’s arms.
Tonight I needed some time with Ava. It was a horrible day. The air hung heavy with the killings of two black men, a friend of mine was arrested for a horrendous crime…..I felt dizzy and dark and so so sad.
But Ava and I went out and played with the fairy garden for a bit. and then we went up to her room and looked in her treasure box and talked about life, and disney world and summer camp. and nothing. just talked about nothing. And I was so happy that her world is still full of enough light that she can just do that. Spin in her chair, make fun of my singing, and hug me with those wonderful little arms when I have to leave.
Thanking God tonight for my babies. Praying that we can find a way to change this path our society seems to be running down.
mom is in the Assisted Living home. She has a sweet little apartment, complete with refrigerator and microwave, coffee pot and toaster. And most of her beautiful stuff, her antique desk and her grandmother’s rocker were the first pieces of furniture we brought in. I had them all set up before she came into her room. It made her smile, and I like to think, gave her a sense of home.
I am left to clean up the mess that was her home. whenever you walked into moms it was dark. Since I was a child she avoided turning on lights in the house. her home always looked neat and tidy. When we began to ready her move and I had to open drawers and cupboards I found out that she has kept every piece of paper to enter that house since dad died over 5 years ago, along with a multitude of bills etc. from when he was alive. And, among these bills, checks, receipts and contracts, I found no less than 15 letters and notes where she detailed a variety of wrongs my brother and I had done to her. Hateful notes full of self pity and accusations of neglect and anger. Not one, not ONE of them spoke of her great grandchildren, or her grandchildren. Of visits to dads grave, or shopping trips or Christmas meals. None of them spoke of her sorrow at dads passing or her memories of their past together. Each was a scathing hit at one of us, or dad. She kept one from 1956 that she wrote to dad, a private note between a young wife and her husband, full of hatred and threats. And they were scattered throughout her troves of papers. You couldn’t miss them, and, for all except one dated October 2012 and the one written to my father, you couldn’t tell when they were written. And even if now she doesn’t remember they are there — if her fog is that deep— when she wrote them, when she placed them in with these papers, she knew we would find them . She wrote them to cause us pain. We were meant to find them after she died, when we couldn’t confront them or her, when we couldn’t question her or dispute. She wrote them to cause us pain. What a pitiful, angry life.
And a lesson for me to surround myself in gratitude and joy and let the anger and pain roll off. It is just cruel to cause pain to those who love you — and to do it when it is too late for them to make it right.