Monday, November 28, 2011

Blur and whirl of days.  I've been putting one foot in front of the other and dragging myself back to bible study.  I took a break after daddy died; I just didn't want to be around people.  I'm an old curmudgeon, I think. 
Coming back to daily study after a hiatus has been like coming out of the shade into the sunshine.  It was pleasant enough in the shade, but I hadn't realized that I had gotten chilled there.  Beth Moore's study, Inheritance warmed me all the way to the core and CBS study of Luke is reminding me of how I want to Live and not just exist.  The miracle of God's word is that it brings just what we need when we need it, if I read it.

Monday, September 19, 2011

My blog is like a lot of other things in my life, only halfway invested in.  I start something and then I loose steam for various reasons and find myself back in my own little corner.

I had lunch with my son today.  He's created a mess with his car insurance; ignoring the notices that said it was time to pay up.  My husband told him a million times that he would pay it for him and son ignored it.  So the DMV will take his license and his tags if he doesn't have insurance and my husband said he was done offering his help.  Enter Mom, me, pushover queen.  I got on the phone and paid the insurance and arranged for the form that has to done because I can't have him loose his car and then his job.

He wants to live at home so he will have money to "have fun".  I told him that the prodigal son returned home when he was ready to accept the life his father had for him.  Not because he wanted to have more "fun".

I know my son is an addict; whether to drugs or alcohol.  And at the moment, being high on substances is how he wants to live.  Day by day and bit by bit I am letting go of my hopes for him.  I am letting go of my addiction to "helping" him. 

Sunday, July 10, 2011

These two ladies walking on the beach are two of my daddy's three sisters.  My brother and I ran into them one Saturday many years ago as he and I were walking on the pier.  We spotted them and stopped to talk.  I snapped this picture as they walked off toward their cottage.
The woman on the right is Aunt Iris.  She died in November 2009 at the age of 83.  She was, in my mind, a true southern lady.  She dressed well, spoke beautifully and had a passion for the beach.  I didn't know her very well although she occasionally would stop by the house and visit with my daddy.
Aunt Iris, daddy and Uncle J

The other is my Aunt Mary.  For many years her family called her Pee Wee because of her stature.  She is a tiny little dynamo with a bawdy sense of humour.   Her husband died of tuberculosis when she was pregnant with their third child.  She worked long hours and never dated.   When all of her children were on their own, she met a urologist who courted and married her.  She announced that she was no longer Pee Wee:  she was Mary.  Her new husband promised her she'd never have to work again.  They traveled regularly in their Winnebago and had the time of their lives.

In recent years, Aunt Mary developed ovarian cancer.  She lost her beautiful white hair and wears lovely hats that coordinate with her cane, which she uses because of the intense pain in her hip.  At 84, she still drives; a frightening thing to witness.  On Tuesday morning, July 5, she had gotten in her car to drive herself someplace, sending her 91 year old husband into the house out of the oppressive heat.  An hour later, he happened to look out the kitchen window and he spied her sitting in the car struggling to open the door.  No one is sure if she ever left the yard or not.  Her keys were in her lap; her things on the seat beside her.  She had suffered a massive stroke.

I talked with my Uncle J on the phone today to ask him how my aunt is doing.  His voice was thick with tears as he said: "She can't move her whole right side.  She can't speak and you know, Mary always has something she wants to say and it just hurts me to think she can't say what she wants to say.  I've been thinking about the ten of us and when Mary goes, I'll be all that's left.  Who will I call?  I always call Mary when I can't remember how a thing goes or who somebody is."

It feels like sorrow is just rolling over my daddy's family.  Then Aunt Mary's granddaughter, who was due in mid-August with her first child , Aunt Mary's first great-grandchild, had complications and was induced.  She gave birth last night to a tiny, but healthy, baby girl. 

Someone coming and someone going. 

Daddy's memorial

Thursday, June 30, 2011

Somewhere I read:  A mother is only as happy as her unhappiest child.  I'm finding that phrase to be true in my own life.  I'm trying hard to enjoy my home and family and friends, but always there is a film-sometimes darker than others-a film of sorrow, worry, and grief.  I think it must be like this when you've lost a child to death; always part of you unavailable for life.

I think it is important for me to be thankful that my son is alive.  Every day that he is alive I can have hope that God will pull him from the abyss of addiction that he dwells in.

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

I had a phone call from my oldest son whose living in California trying to "make it" as an actor.  He asked me to pray for him that he would get some money or acting work.  I don't know whether to be happy or sad over that request.  He's made it clear that he isn't buying into Jesus and he isn't 100 percent on God.  I think that he thinks that he can live off of my faith as a kind of insurance policy.   Asking me to pray doesn't take any commitment on his part and who knows, maybe God will answer.
I recognize in my son the idea that God can't possibly help me do what I want to do for ME-God only helps people accomplish things that are noble and good.  This idea has kept me from pursuing many of my own interests, even though I don't do anything noble or good in their stead.   I refuse to live abundantly because how I want to spend my time seems frivolous.
I think I better pray for both of us to accept God's blessings and encouragement.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

May 10, 1981,  thirty years ago, I wedded a man I'd known only ten months.  Aside from the month we met, ours was a relationship conducted long distance.  He was in Maryland and I was in college in North Carolina.  It's amazing when I think about it now.  I would advise my girls against such a hasty endeavor and yet,  it was the best decision of my young life. 

Thursday, April 14, 2011

This past week has been chilly and rainy and my mood has matched.  My body has been stiff and achy and I have gotten out of bed at 5:30 am to take my baby to the bus and returned home to crawl right back under the covers for a few more hours.
My mama is losing her job.  At 72, it's no big surprise and yet, she is not prepared.  For three days I've been on the phone with my oldest brother listening to him panic about what's going to happen or not happen, with mama.   He's going to have to sell his cabin and he's having troubles with his partner.  He's teetering on the edge and mama is looking to him to make sure her life stays the same-or so he thinks. All this talk about mama brings to the fore my own stuffed down anger with my mama and that leads to daddy;  then to daddy's wife.  Before I know it,  I'm just plain old mad and depressed.
The rainy days, dreary mood and conversations with him have raked up lots of negative nastys.  I need the respite of a good hour or so with the Lord.  I need to get back to my time with Him.  I laid aside my bible, bible studies and church when daddy died.  It felt like too much effort to seek God out.  I feel the weight of all my circumstances falling only on me.   I've had too much of the rain and as always, God sends the sun.  He calls me back.  He reminds me that He's there holding the umbrella and handing out rain boots.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Baby Days

For my birthday this year my hubby gave me a Wolverine. It's a handy little thing that I can scan negatives with and get digital info.  Faster and easier than scanning photos but still time consuming. I have what seems like millions of negatives so even though I scanned negatives for hours this week, I've barely scratched the surface. Here are some of when my children were babies. Makes the mama very nostalgic!

My firstborn

Our little family

My middle two-best buddies

Our baby

Hubby with his two boys


Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Christmas at the cabin

Christmas eve my hubby, me, J, L and SK drove up to NC to meet up with my brother, B and his partner, W, to spend Christmas at their cabin.  It's the first time in years that we all have had Christmas together.  My mama came up with B and W and my youngest brother, M, would be meeting us later.  M went up to Ktown first to spend Christmas with his son and see my daddy's widow before joining us.  His daughter and son-in-law came on up to the cabin.
We awoke on Christmas day to several inches of snow and it continued to snow all day and into the next-we were snowbound on the mountain!  Nobody was really complaining as we had a warm fire, food and games to play.  My mama buried her nose in the final Harry Potter installment and the rest of us played a rousing game of dice.
On the 28th we celebrated my oldest's 25th birthday by going into Asheville and doing some shopping and then having dinner.  Food was delicious and he found the travel bag he was looking for. Hubby had to take him to the airport in Knoxville the next day so J could get back to California and his job.

M arrived after a whole lot of folderol about whether he should come or not.  He finally decided to make the drive and we all went over to the cabin where his family was staying for his yummy pecan waffles one morning, eggs and bacon another and last but not least, a fish stew-an eastern NC dish. 
We went shopping in Waynesville one day, watched ECU get humiliated on TV at a sports bar another, and mama, my niece and I went sledding one afternoon.  

M headed home on New Year's eve and the rest of us spent the evening nibbling on snacks and playing dice.  After a great week we all headed to our respective homes on New Year's day with all day Sunday to regroup before starting back into our routines. 
I spend very little time with my brothers and their families and there were moments when we all realized why, but overall we had a wonderful time without too many clashes.

Monday, January 17, 2011

Christmas in our town

 Now that I've had a few weeks to catch my breathe, I have to say that we had a great Christmas.  I had intended that I would not decorate as I didn't want to come home from Christmas in the cabin and be faced with the remnants of an earlier celebration.  My daughters had other ideas and on the Friday after Thanksgiving they got out the little tree and decorated it.  I must say that it gave just the right amount of holiday spirit!
We expected our oldest in from California on the 23rd.  As my husband and I were having our morning coffee on the 22nd, he got a text from the oldest saying he had made it to the airport.  "He's got the wrong day!" was my husband's response but when he checked the ticket info he realized that HE had the wrong day.  So, I finished wrapping the presents, thawed something for dinner and we celebrated on the 22nd.

 My second son could not join us for Christmas at the cabin as he  had to work. It was our first Christmas day without all our offspring with us, but the celebration beforehand demonstrated that the number of the day doesn't matter; it's the being together that counts.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

My oldest booked a McDonald's commercial, his first success in his quest for stardom.  I feel it is fortuitous as one of his first words was "'donals".  

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

New Year...resolution

I'd like to be among the multitudes of people who are NOT making New Year resolutions but, alas, I made the mistake of going to the doctor for my yearly check-up right before the holidays.  HAHAHA WHAT was I thinking?
The phone call came on the 23rd:  Cholesterol 257.  Must go on a STRICT low cholestrol, low calorie diet and return in 3 months. 
TADAAA  instant New Year's resolution!
Day 3 of that resolution and I'm doing OK: Walked 30 minutes today and yesterday.  No read meat and lots of fruit and veggies...and I don't mean my all time favorite veggie-french fries.  I think I feel my blood thinning.