It’s been too long since I sat down to write, even though I sit at my desk at home every day for at least an hour or two. I busy myself with studying for my latest Master’s class (Business Ethics) or with my latest Bible study (Beth Moore’s Entrusted) and, of course, with other important pursuits (Facebook and Twitter). And I always make time for a rousing game of Spider Solitaire. Lately thoughts have been swirling and marinating and since I’m not really a talker (though some people close to me might disagree!), those thoughts need to be expressed somehow…thus, I know it is time to write. On Twitter the other day this is what Anne Lamott had to say, in response to someone’s question about how to get started as a writer:
“Decide to. Sit down @ desk. Keep butt in chair. Share a memory or description. Write an unbelievable shitty first draft.”
Thank you, Anne. I shall follow your advice.
This guy hangs from my desk lamp as a reminder to write. He’s been giving me the stink eye lately. Am I right?
So today, I write.
March was very busy. We bought a new car and then promptly racked up some miles by heading to Twentynine Palms to attend our oldest granddaughter’s 7th birthday party. We got to see, firsthand, the life our son is building for himself following a divorce he did not want. He’s established a comfortable home where his kids spend time with him daily, and he’s established a very good co-parenting relationship with their mom. There is no better feeling for a parent, than knowing that your kids are doing okay. Here is a picture of the lovely birthday girl with Chuck E. Cheese and her proud daddy looking on:
Here I am, with Amelia and Tom, in the backseat of said new car. We were on our way to the birthday party. Never mind that my ass was wedged snugly between two booster seats…spending time with these two makes my heart very happy:
We returned home on a Sunday, worked two days and then boarded a plane to Eugene, OR the following Wednesday. I last visited Jessica and family in December when the crazy ice storm hit Eugene. I’d never seen anything like it, but I digress…I no sooner returned home from that trip before Jess and I started planning the next trip. I traveled alone in December as Tom had too many work demands. Thanks to a bounty of United air miles, we were able to book round trip air tickets for two, only paying tax, so the March trip was a go. Seeing Tom with our grandsons kind of made me fall in love with him again.
While there, Braydon and I planted a little flower garden for their patio. Jess sent a picture the other day to show me that the flowers were still alive and thriving. Even though they’ve been in Oregon for over a year now, I know my girl misses me. We have our next trip planned for September–it will be a week long road trip.
We returned from Oregon late on a Sunday; we’d both taken Monday off to recuperate but decided to do a bit of yard work, as recent rains and subsequent sun had brought weeds out of hiding. The weather was nice so I put on a tank top and jeans and went to it. At one point Tom pointed out what he thought to be poison oak growing by our backyard gate. Nah, I thought.
I am very allergic to poison oak. VERY.
You can guess what happened. It’s been four weeks…one steroid shot…a course of Prednisone…lots of Caladryl…several tubes of Hydrocortisone…and I’m STILL dealing with a few remnant patches of poison oak breakout. I’ll spare you the pictures but yes I took some…just in case I forget how bad it actually got!
Yard work will be done by someone other than me from now on.
I’d promised our local daughter Amy and her family that we’d have them for Sunday dinner so I could make homemade pizza (completely homemade crust and sauce and with all our favorite gourmet toppings) but with my poison oak-covered hands, that just didn’t seem like a good idea. We had some nice weather and Tom took the opportunity to barbecue baby back ribs which in my opinion was a very good alternative. Seeing little miss Aislee put a big smile on my face:
This girl is something else. She is happy, loving, and as sweet as can be. We think she might be almost ready for a sleepover with Nana and Papa. I can’t wait.
I’m hoping that tomorrow we can finally get around to that pizza dinner. Amy and I have plans today to go to the movies to see Beauty and the Beast, just the two of us. Time with my own baby daughter is another thing that makes me smile.
I think that catches us up on family life around here. But something interesting happened recently that has me thinking more deeply about family ties. I received a Facebook friend request from someone I didn’t know; we didn’t share any mutual friends either, so I was hesitant to accept the request. As I looked at her name, an unusual name, I wondered if she was a cousin on my dad’s side of the family. Sure enough, that was the case–she’s the daughter of my dad’s sister. In accepting her friend request, I’ve now connected with both of her sisters, and with other cousins (daughters of my dad’s other sister). Many memories, long buried, are surfacing as we share pictures and a bit of our family history. I am excited to see where these relationships lead. But I’m also a bit nervous. I’m learning things that are troubling, such as the fact that all three of my dad’s sisters have Alzheimer’s or other dementia diagnoses. My grandma, their mother, died of Alzheimer’s. My dad died at age 60 of lung cancer. I can’t help but wonder if he would have developed dementia if he’d lived long enough. One of his brothers is in a nursing home here in California, and I’m not sure if he’s dealing with dementia (but plan to find out). My dad’s youngest brother lives here locally and I occasionally run into him in town. He seems fine…when I last saw him he was astonished by how much I favor my mom. I think it was very odd for him to see me as a middle-aged woman!
These new family ties are stirring up memories for sure. I’ve long had the bare bones of a memoir in progress but I seem to get blocked when it comes to writing about my childhood; it feels like I don’t want to go there. Perhaps these new relationships will fill in gaps and serve to override some fear I have about revisiting some of the really tough memories that shaped who I am today.
Cousins, if you are reading this, I am SO GLAD to get to know you again!
So I’m off now to shower and get ready for this beautiful Saturday. Have a blessed day!