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late night rumblings

My week "off" is drawing to a close. I go to pick my father up at the train station on Thursday evening. As much as I love him, it's really a lot of work having him live here. Hell, just his finances alone are a ton of work. Blah. However...now that we know he can get along up at my brothers, and walk up and down the stairs there, then I'm hoping he'll have more frequent visits to Maryland, giving me more breaks. And if his house in Florida sells soon, then we possibly will be able to build on here, creating more living space for all of us.

I mean...I can pretty much deal with anything I need to deal with, but...this situation is *really* stretching me. Between my daughter Katie, sweetie that she is, but who still needs extra from me and will until she goes to live in a group home...my father, who's 83 and a decent hypochondriac--but just because he's paranoid doesn't mean he doesn't have stuff wrong with him, because he does: he's going blind from macular degeneration, has a hip replacement and doesn't walk well and is losing his hearing--and he's a widow who doesn't really know why he's still here...and my spouse, who flies around the world half the time, leaving me the nuthouse to take care of, but even when he's home, he's not always helpful...and my insane cat, who likes to think he's King of the Jungle around our house, but ends up getting the worst out of any fight he gets into (do they have cat self-defense classes?)...in any event...I'm the glue that keeps it all together. So what happens when *I* come unglued? Hmmm.

In my next life, I have a few requirements that I want to have written down in the fine print.


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Jun. 29th, 2005 03:11 am (UTC)
Glad your dad did okay in Maryland -- you *definitely* need more time off. *hugs*

You know, re: "coming unglued" -- that reminds me of a very interesting story told in one of the books put out by the landmark Brief Therapy Project in Palo Alto. A family complained that the father, who had had a stroke, was depressed. He wouldn't dress himself or care for himself in any way, even though he wasn't all THAT disabled by the stroke. The wife was wearing herself out caring for him -- to the point where she was taking sleeping pills at night and wake-up pills in the morning. One day she accidently took her sleeping pill in the morning. To the entire family's amazement, the husband got up, made coffee, and, in a haphazard way, figured out how to dress himself. *g*

Not suggesting sleeping pills!! LOL. Nor, that if you did "unglue" things wouldn't just ... float, for a while. Which, you know, could also be interesting... life as... cosmic finger paint.... Scary but you know, also... fascinating...

Bottom line: *big hugs* And remember the Korean spa: you will be exfoliated! *GGGG*
Jun. 29th, 2005 04:51 am (UTC)
LOL Wonder if they could exfoliate off all my body fat? *g* Yes, looking forward to it! As for ungluing...believe me, I've pared down what I do over the last 6 months, otherwise, I'd be d-e-d. Still, it's the weight of it all. I've already got a housecleaner coming in every week...next step would be to hire an accountant to take care of all the paperwork. Or a daily cook. Hmmm...I like that one even better! I'll do the bills, and enjoy healthy, delicious meals that somebody ELSE makes!
Jun. 29th, 2005 03:24 am (UTC)
{{{hugs}}} and good wishes headed your way. I wish I could do more, dear.
Jun. 29th, 2005 04:57 am (UTC)
Thanks, rhi. I appreciate all good energy sent my way. I'm just living the life of the sandwich generation. (Yes, I feel *so* much like squishy egg salad on toast). Frankly, I'm ready for a nice salmon fillet on field greens salad. Enough with the sandwich, already! *g*
Jun. 29th, 2005 12:36 pm (UTC)
The one consolation I can offer is that when you *do* get some free time/energy, there's going to be all this pent-up 'I wanna [write/draw/other fun, creative thing here]' that's going to just explode out. At which point you (and we) are going to enjoy watching the results.
Jun. 29th, 2005 12:43 pm (UTC)
Creativity via geological pressure...hmmm, yes, I can see the process working. Not the appeal, but the process *g*

Makes me wonder how happy diamonds are. No wonder I've never really been all that fond of them!
Jun. 29th, 2005 08:13 pm (UTC)
Sort of apropos of this, have I mentioned that I love your Jack icons? 'Cause, wow, lovely!
Jun. 30th, 2005 01:30 am (UTC)
He's such a gorrrgeous man. Much more so since he went white/grey. Yum. Not hard to stare at him, nosir.
Jun. 30th, 2005 03:10 am (UTC)
Yeah, I watch MacGyver if it's on and I'm in the room, but I think he's better looking now than he was then. Lovely man. ::g::
Jun. 29th, 2005 08:33 am (UTC)
And we thought we had stress when 2 kids moved back in, right after a friend who is separating from her hubby came to stay here.
The kids both have gotten jobs for the summer at least 3 hours away from home.
And our friend is leaving on Thursday.

I'll be doing a wee ritual on the weekend. One candle will be for you. :)
Jun. 29th, 2005 12:40 pm (UTC)
Thank you, you're such a love *g* I know it's not going to last forever, but while it's still happening, I'm feeling pushed to the max. I'm learning all about compartmentalizing my life in ways I never really wanted to. Ha! And I'm working hard to glean from this experience whatever lessons are inherent in it....if for no other reason than to Get. It. The. Hell. Over. With. ! I'm *so* glad all your offspring have roosted elsewhere! Freedom is *never* overrated! ::smooch::
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