I just realized how self absorbing a blog really is-oh well. Just read the comment on the last entry from my dear friend, what a time it was.
Not feeling well today. Summer cold, sore throat, etc. I never get sick, I am convinced I have made myself sick. That is all for now, the saga continues. I must keep the faith and know that something is always working itself out, whether I am involved or not! In fact, it all works better when I am not involved. Tomorrow I am going to volunteer at the Democratic Headquarters here! Yes!
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
It's Just Another Day, It's Just Another Day. . . . .
Moving along. I ordered a meal off the senior citizen breakfast at Ihop the other day. I am not even 55 yet, only 54 (I will be 55 in exactly one month). How come they didn't ask me for proof of 55, is it all the stress that makes me look one month older than I am? It must be.
I really am ok, it is just my husband's take on the whole thing. He is not a comforter-never has been, never will be. He likes to be comforted, just can't comfort. So I get comfort from my dog and cat. I love Obama.
Disjointed thoughts, sign of high intelligence. I am here.
I really am ok, it is just my husband's take on the whole thing. He is not a comforter-never has been, never will be. He likes to be comforted, just can't comfort. So I get comfort from my dog and cat. I love Obama.
Disjointed thoughts, sign of high intelligence. I am here.
Monday, July 14, 2008
I Am Taking Dad to Breakfast Because All of His Friends Are Dead
Dad called the other day and said he would like me to take him out for breakfast on Saturday because all of his friends were dead. I replied, “Come on Dad, no they are not. What about Jack, he lives right in your complex and you just had breakfast with him last week.” Well, that was it, Jack died and I didn’t even know it. Jack was about 15 years older than Dad-who is 80 years old.
“Dad, what about Al?” “He is dead too, died after losing that last $1,100 at the casino a month ago, so I never had to pay him back the $1,000 I owed him.” Dad has been a gambler his whole life. He was a business man, owned his own carpet store for 50 years-Home Means More With Carpet On The Floor-Carpetland. Growing up we were always provided for, Dad could gamble with the best of them, but always knew when to stop-we never ended up in the gutter. In fact, he even sent me to college at my request and threw money at me anytime I wanted. He learned at an early age that you always paid your gambling debts or you would end up with cement on your feet at the bottom ofNiagara River . I remember Dad leaving for work one day in the Lincoln Continental, and coming home at midnight in an old beat up jeep. He lost the Lincoln
To this day I still have jewelry, art work, and antiques that were all won in poker games. I have never had any of it appraised as I am sure it was “Hot” and I would be arrested if anyone knew I had it. Oh well, but Dad is so much more than a business man and a gambler, he is crazy.
A few months ago Dad called me from his condo and said he was going to shoot the painters because they were pulling out his plants to paint the walls. I pleaded with him to go back inside his condo and behave himself. Luckily for us his neighbors are quite used to him and they didn’t overreact. By the time the police came he was calmly sitting in his living room watching CNN and complaining about the Jews andIsrael
His grandchildren call him Grandpa Cigar due to the fact that up until his cancer diagnosis he always had a cigar in his mouth. Dad was stationed inJapan Phoenix
I could go on and on, I could fill volumes with his shenanigans over the years. Instead I will just pick him up and take him to Ihop for breakfast. He will order his pancakes with strawberries, one egg over easy and one egg up side down, well done bacon and black coffee. Then he will tell me about all the juicing he has been doing and the price of bananas, blueberries, and ice cream. He will tell the waitress how lucky he is to have 3 beautiful children (now 50, 54, and 58). He will embarrass the people that sit down next to us, and start complaining about George W. Bush. Another Saturday with Dad.
“Dad, what about Al?” “He is dead too, died after losing that last $1,100 at the casino a month ago, so I never had to pay him back the $1,000 I owed him.” Dad has been a gambler his whole life. He was a business man, owned his own carpet store for 50 years-Home Means More With Carpet On The Floor-Carpetland. Growing up we were always provided for, Dad could gamble with the best of them, but always knew when to stop-we never ended up in the gutter. In fact, he even sent me to college at my request and threw money at me anytime I wanted. He learned at an early age that you always paid your gambling debts or you would end up with cement on your feet at the bottom of
To this day I still have jewelry, art work, and antiques that were all won in poker games. I have never had any of it appraised as I am sure it was “Hot” and I would be arrested if anyone knew I had it. Oh well, but Dad is so much more than a business man and a gambler, he is crazy.
A few months ago Dad called me from his condo and said he was going to shoot the painters because they were pulling out his plants to paint the walls. I pleaded with him to go back inside his condo and behave himself. Luckily for us his neighbors are quite used to him and they didn’t overreact. By the time the police came he was calmly sitting in his living room watching CNN and complaining about the Jews and
His grandchildren call him Grandpa Cigar due to the fact that up until his cancer diagnosis he always had a cigar in his mouth. Dad was stationed in
I could go on and on, I could fill volumes with his shenanigans over the years. Instead I will just pick him up and take him to Ihop for breakfast. He will order his pancakes with strawberries, one egg over easy and one egg up side down, well done bacon and black coffee. Then he will tell me about all the juicing he has been doing and the price of bananas, blueberries, and ice cream. He will tell the waitress how lucky he is to have 3 beautiful children (now 50, 54, and 58). He will embarrass the people that sit down next to us, and start complaining about George W. Bush. Another Saturday with Dad.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Next Short Story-
Should I do a sequel to Making Blankets? Let me know what you think.
Or, should I write a short story to the title, "I am Taking Dad to Breakfast Because All of His Friends Are Dead."
Or, should I write a short story to the title, "I am Taking Dad to Breakfast Because All of His Friends Are Dead."
Thursday, July 3, 2008
Living With Those Who See Things Differently
Rev. Ted Czukor
We all share the same planet. But we do not share the same reality.
We form friendships, churches and political action committees with those who see reality the same way we do. But a vast number of beings-human and animal-were raised under conditions that we have never experienced. As a result, their whole perception of life is different.
To make it more confusing, those conditions are not always physical. Our own sibling, spouse, parent or child may come to live in a mental evironment that bears no resemblance to anything in our own memory or awareness. It may be totally beyond our ability to understand how this could have happened.
We may never agree with thier attitudes, predilections or beliefs. But we must, at the very least, offer them respect as fellow travelers on this strange plane of existence.
If we cannot accept anything else about them, it is vital that we understand one thing:
Their reality is just as real to them as our reality is to us.
We form friendships, churches and political action committees with those who see reality the same way we do. But a vast number of beings-human and animal-were raised under conditions that we have never experienced. As a result, their whole perception of life is different.
To make it more confusing, those conditions are not always physical. Our own sibling, spouse, parent or child may come to live in a mental evironment that bears no resemblance to anything in our own memory or awareness. It may be totally beyond our ability to understand how this could have happened.
We may never agree with thier attitudes, predilections or beliefs. But we must, at the very least, offer them respect as fellow travelers on this strange plane of existence.
If we cannot accept anything else about them, it is vital that we understand one thing:
Their reality is just as real to them as our reality is to us.
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