30 Days of Me: Day 3

Day 01 – Introduce Yourself
Day 02 – Your first love
Day 03 – Your parents

My parents are a mixed blessing.  There is much love, but also there is much unintentional hurt and worry.  My parents divorced when I was 10 and both remarried shortly thereafter.  I lived with my mom and step-dad, they both were very present throughout my life.  Sadly my step-father died unexpectedly a little over a year ago, and it's been difficult to connect with my mom ever since.  My father & I have never really seemed to connect, and as much love as there is, it is very difficult to communicate clearly with either of them at the moment, and I often feel like I'm being misunderstood or misunderstanding them.  I try my best though, and I know they are too. ♥

Day 04 – What you ate today
Day 05 – Your definition of love
Day 06 – Your day
Day 07 – Your best friend
Day 08 – A precious item
Day 09 – Your beliefs
Day 10 – What you wore today
Day 11 – Your siblings
Day 12 – What’s in your bag
Day 13 – This week
Day 14 – Your childhood
Day 15 – Your dreams
Day 16 – Your first kiss
Day 17 – Your favorite memory
Day 18 – Your favorite birthday
Day 19 – Something you regret
Day 20 – Your morning routine
Day 21 – Your job and/or schooling
Day 22 – Something that upsets you
Day 23 – Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 – Something that makes you cry
Day 25 – Your sleeping habits
Day 26 – Your fears
Day 27 – Your favorite place
Day 28 – Something that you miss
Day 29 – Your favorite foods/drinks
Day 30 – Your aspirations

Recipe Time!

These were one of my step-father's specialties; he never made them big enough in my opinion, but then I guess I could eat more, with less guilt... ^-^

Chocolate Rum Balls
3 1/4 cups crushed vanilla wafers
3/4 cup confectioners' sugar
1/4 cup unsweetened cocoa powder
1 1/2 cups chopped walnuts
3 tablespoons light corn syrup
1/2 cup rum

1. In a large bowl, stir together the crushed vanilla wafers, 3/4 cup confectioners' sugar, cocoa, and nuts. Blend in corn syrup and rum.


2. Shape into 1 inch balls, and roll in additional confectioners' sugar. Store in an airtight container for several days to develop the flavor. Roll again in confectioners' sugar before serving

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Life and Death, or perhaps Living vs. Dying

Last Thursday, I could have died. I think the universe has been trying to tell me something and I've not been listening well. For a long time now, perhaps since last summer or earlier, I've been unhappy with the choices I've made for myself. It's like I've been trying to live up to some unknown standard that I think other people (i.e., my mom, my dad, ex-boyfriends, my husband, my grandmother, my aunt, you guys, society...) have set for me. Finish high school, go to college, find a career, get married, buy a car, have 2.5 children, buy a home...blahblahblah... I've rebelled now and then, but I always come back to it. Must not go against the grain. Follow the herd. Be good. Behave.

Last fall, my dad's health deteriorated rapidly. My dad has high blood pressure, high cholesterol, Type II Diabetes, Stage 3 kidney failure, diabetic neuropathy, and a vision problem I am not quite sure of, only that he is legally blind now. My step-father had similar health issues: high blood pressure, high cholesterol, Type I Diabetes, kidney failure (not sure of the stage but he had just had a shunt put in for dialysis preparation), and vision bad enough that he never could get his license. (Although he did recently get laser surgery and no longer needed his glasses.)

Since last fall, my father has done very little to get himself better. He is slow to complete paperwork, misses important appointments and doctor's visits, eats whatever he wants, isn't taking his meds, and spends much of his time lying in bed, feeling sorry for himself. He requests that I come help, and when I do, he usually doesn't feel like it, and nothing gets done, wasting my time and gas and wear & tear on the car driving there for nothing!

My step-father took all his meds, went to all his appointments, went to work, spent time with his family and friends... But less than a month ago, he collapsed on the way home from work. He hit his head and never woke up. He's gone. He gets no more time to do what he wants. My mother needs to rebuild her life without him. And there were things he hid from his closest friends, sides of himself that, I get the impression, he never fully explored. He followed the safe path.

When this first happened, I said to my dad, "He had all the same problems you have, and he's dead." I was trying to be nice, while still making him see the fact that He. Is. Still. Alive! He doesn't have to work even! He's got a house, a camp, several cars, and now gets some kind of Social Security! (Retirement was only a few years away anyway...) AND HE IS WASTING IT! Wasting it wallowing in self-pity and indecision. (ETA: Last Thursday he was admitted to the hospital again because he was in renal failure.)

But before all this began, I had begun to realize that I am not happy teaching. The dream of being a teacher was never really *mine* but rather someone else's dream for me. But it's a dream I held onto, even as I shifted from Methodist and nonpracticing to Pagan, from Bi-Closeted to Bi-Sexual, from Monogamous to Polyamorous... LOL... even from brown- to purple-haired! Then I really started doing it... The teaching, and there is so much bad to wade through to get to the good...

And through all this, a little voice kept saying, "You're doing it wrong... You're on the wrong path..." And still I would distract and numb myself with email, and blogs, and reading, and CSI, and allowing there to not be time for listening to that voice.

Until this past Thursday...

We were heading grocery shopping, but first I wanted to get a haircut. So we headed to the only cheap place I know of here in Oswego, but once in the parking lot, we decided to go across the street, and down the hill to the grocery store for something to drink first. As you exit the parking lot to Rt 104, there is a small incline and a traffic light, which had just turned yellow; so I attempted to stop at it. My foot went to the floor, my heart went into my throat, and the car, which thankfully had already been slowing down, rolled part way into the intersection.

If the light had been red for me, there would have been a steady stream of cars going by; if the light had been green, I would have continued across the intersection and down a steeper hill where I may have hit a moving car trying to turn left, or a parked car attempting to park; if they hadn't gone then, but had waited til I was in Syracuse, there were a million other steep hills we go down every time... There is no feeling in the world that compares to losing control of a 2+ ton vehicle and realizing not only you could die, but so could someone else.

Yes, we were ok. There were only a few nasty glares from people because I was too far in the intersection, but the fiasco didn't end there. For some reason the car stalled while sitting there, of course, just as the light turns green. I start it back up, and for some reason, my power steering is gone! I accelerate, ever so carefully onto the road, and slip right into the next parking lot, which is back up the little incline, thankyouverymuch, and I stop. No need to go into a parking space! I've got NO BRAKES, and NO STEERING!!!

I put the car in park, turn it off, and cry to Jacqueline, "What do we do?" She manages to calm me, it's going to be ok, we call AAA, they tow us, we were planning on getting repairs anyway. All so sensible and logical. So we went into the store whose parking lot we were in. They were way busy and not enough staff, so we went next door to the Arby's and were reluctantly allowed to use the phone. I called AAA, gave them all my pertinent information, and told them we'd need to be riding with the driver to the garage. Then we waited.

It wasn't a horrible wait, but I was stressing. What if this eats up every last penny of the student loan we just got... What if it can't be fixed and I need a whole new car... What if this takes days... GAH! Then I would stop and look at all the starlings on the wires, then the millions of cars going by would annoy me... Then I would argue with Jacqueline who was really being very calm and sensible and trying to make it alright, and here I was being all tense and angry.

About an hour later, the tow truck pulls in, and there's 2 other people - one of them a child - in the truck with him! And he never gets out but makes this young guy hook up the van, and says we can ride in the back of our van while it's being towed... o.O Since our other options were to call a cab, and wait some more, for less than a mile trip, or walk it ourselves in the hot sun, we rode. He banged my front end hoisting it up, and dragged my rear end pulling out of the parking lot, and I never felt so unsafe in a car in my life.

But we didn't die. And the people at Monro were WONDERFUL. They did have to keep it overnight, but not only did they repair the brake line (which had been rusted out) and the power steering pump (which should NOT have gone since it was just replaced in February - but don't talk to me about warranties or any of that because I am NOT going back to the guy who did it - EVER), but also repaired our CV joint (which we had planned to get done this week anyway) and told me how to fix my radio!

And all this cost LESS than we had expected to spend on the CV joint alone! And over and over again the universe (God, Goddess, Cthulhu, Flying Spaghetti Monster, whoever...) keeps doing things like this! My husband leaves me and I have no money, I find almost $200 in cash in an empty parking lot in the 'hood; we're about to lose our internet & phone, and suddenly there's money in our account to pay the bill; and our brakes fail, but not til after there's money in the bank to cover the cost... Second time for that last one, folks!

So... Um... where am I going with all this? I've been writing off and on for a week, trying to sort out what I am feeling and thinking. I. Could. Have. Died. Frank did. Just like that. One moment just walking home from work, the next moment... his ... *person* is gone. I mean his body remained alive for nearly a week after, but he was gone... And my dad... he doesn't see how suddenly it can all change... I mean he should, but he doesn't... he's still grasping his dreams from the past...

I don't want to do that. I don't want to regret things I have no control over, I don't want to waste the time I have... I want to make art, I want to touch lives, I want to feel magical and powerful and unlimited again like I used to... I want to spend every moment of my life doing what *I* want to do because it makes me happy, because *I* choose to do it, with my whole being... Not because I think I should, or I think someone else thinks I should... I don't want to give in to coasting through the rest of my life...

I've been doing that. Coasting. Steve Pavlina wrote an article about how we numb ourselves to our own discomfort. Distract ourselves with email and TV and other things... maybe that's all I am doing now, spending a week writing this, contemplating it all...

And now it's September 11th. Yes I remember where and what I was doing. And how I cried, so much. And how stupid Terry made me feel because "it's not like you know any of them." Just as bad as he made me feel a year later when I cried because we could see the Rockies on the horizon: "Flaky" and when I saw all the memorials and newspaper articles across the country and cried again. And still I cry and can't understand why...

But still it holds the same message.

Life can become death in an instant. Are you living yours the way you want? The way that makes you happy? Brings you joy?

I wanted to end this post the way Patti Digh did when she explains why 37 days, with a definitive list, but I can't. I know I want more joy, more magic, more love, more laughter... but I don't know how that's going to look right now... But I can't keep writing until I figure it out. Not right now... I need to go do some living...

And if you've read this far, gold stars & glitter stickers for you! Sorry about the disjointed, rambling-ness, thoughts-that-go-nowhere...

Frank

I am writing this from the family lounge on 9F at University Hospital, where I have been since noon today. My mother called me this morning and had me come to Syracuse. She needed to make the decision to take my stepfather off life support. He is now getting what they call Comfort Care: he has a morphine drip to keep him comfortable, but all other support has been stopped. He is breathing on his own and they have removed the tube for that. He still has the heart monitor things on his chest and the blood pressure cuff and the feeding tube in, but they aren't hooked up to anything. The feeding tube is there if they need to give him Tylenol or something direct to his stomach. The swelling on his brain hasn't gone down and it's not something they can operate on. There are no guarantees he will wake up, and if he does he will likely not be the same Frank. My mother is afraid to leave, but he could be like this for a very long time...

Update again

There's been no change. He's breathing on own, not sedated; the bleeding has stopped, but the swelling has not gone down. No other changes. They can only keep him comfortable for a few more days or something... then mom might have to make hard decisions.

Update on my step-father

I would like to thank those of you who responded with your well-wishes to my last post. At this point there is still no change in his condition. He is still in ICU and intubated, and has had a feeding tube added. They did take him off the sedatives, but he is still in a neck brace and still unconscious. Still no idea why he fell or why he is not waking up.

My mom is holding up. She's got a long time friend of the family staying with her, and she's going to work still because they need the money (and probably for the distraction), but of course, she just wants her husband to come home. And I just want my mommy happy...

Think Good Thoughts Please

My step-father collapsed while walking home from the bus after work yesterday. In addition to having cuts and bruises on his face, he has multiple small bleeds throughout his brain, and 2 large ones. He is still unconscious, has been intubated, and is undergoing tests today. Any healing energy, prayers, good thoughts, etc. that you can spare and send to him and my mom are greatly appreciated...

Father's Day

It's been a rough week here, and today I remembered what I forgot: I forgot to do a week of photos and memories about my dad... :P I suck.

SO, let's start now! Better late than never! (That should be my motto... LOL!)

To all the fathers out there, those who chose it, those who weren't given the choice, those who worked hard to get it, those who fell into it unknowingly, and those standing up in other men's places, I hope your day was bright and sunny and filled with the best love ever, the love of your child.

And especially to my Daddy, I know we don't always see eye to eye, and we can't be there for each other as much as we want to, but know that I think of you often, and love and miss you bunches... {{{big hugs}}}


My Daddy

And to my step-dad, Frank, you loved my mom enough to put up with her bratty little girl and saw me through my teen years, for that I thank you and love you too. By the way, I need more pics of you! LOL!

Footnote: Sometimes having two dads is tough. I am not sure how often, if ever, either of them reads this, and I after having written the above, I am wracked with indecision about what to post, if I should post anything at all at this late hour. After posting a whole week's worth of posts about my mom, will my dad feel bad if I say nothing about him on Father's Day? What about my step-dad? And if I post about my dad and leave Frank out, will I be slighting him? And if I add him to my post about my Dad will my dad be insulted? And if I add a separate second post about Frank, will he think it was just an after-thought? GAH! And so, I will just add this, love is infinite and unlimited. Both Daddy and Frank played very big roles in my life, and I wouldn't be who I am today if I hadn't known both of them like I do. My love for one is not diminished because of my love for the other, and I love them both very much.