Sunday, March 27, 2005
spring has sprung
once again, I try to begin again to reload, restart, reinitiate this blog...I dont know if I will be able to continue it this time either, but...
It was good to read the old entries; to remember what I was doing then...where I am now by comparison. My father is having a renaissance of health and vigor. When I speak with him on the phone it almost feels as if this past year never happened. It was about a year ago now that he was finally diagnosed with the cancer; he had the operation-did the radiation- they found another weird spot that no one ever did define as cancerous ( in his spine) and they fried that one too...and then he started to get better -bit by bit. Or at least that is how he sounds, and how he and mom say he is doing. He is driving that damn manual drive truck again, and that takes considerably more strength than he had last summer. All in all, he reports he is looking forward to spring and the end of the nasty weather.
My nephew, who was living with the old folks off and on this past year (ostensibly to 'help', but in reality to 'sponge') got himself into a world of trouble by failing to show up for a criminal court hearing - it was not all that big a case to start with, but he made it into one. Anyway, now he has rent-free room and board, a shiny new set of orange duds, and a personal escort service ready to ferry him into see the judge whenever the state wants. No one in the family will bail him out. He has finally flaked out on everyone one time too many, and the consensus, ( besides his being 28 going on 12), is that he ought to just spend some time thinking about becoming a grown-up sometime soon. Mom wont even acknowledge the fact that he got into trouble again...dad goes every Sunday to visit.
We are renovating our house...finally moved out into an apartment last week. What a mess! The only good part is that the apartment is right next door to the house; at least I can keep an eye on our stuff (the boxes of books and junk that I refused to lug across the lawn and up a flight of stairs). Most of my 'free' time is spent doing such exciting things as shopping for tile and plumbing fixtures and trying to decide just how much I can afford to spend on the kitchen cabinets...one good thing, I discovered hardwood floors under the nasty beige wall-to-wall carpet in the bedrooms. Now I just have to see about pulling all the stuff up and seeing what shape they are in.
It was good to read the old entries; to remember what I was doing then...where I am now by comparison. My father is having a renaissance of health and vigor. When I speak with him on the phone it almost feels as if this past year never happened. It was about a year ago now that he was finally diagnosed with the cancer; he had the operation-did the radiation- they found another weird spot that no one ever did define as cancerous ( in his spine) and they fried that one too...and then he started to get better -bit by bit. Or at least that is how he sounds, and how he and mom say he is doing. He is driving that damn manual drive truck again, and that takes considerably more strength than he had last summer. All in all, he reports he is looking forward to spring and the end of the nasty weather.
My nephew, who was living with the old folks off and on this past year (ostensibly to 'help', but in reality to 'sponge') got himself into a world of trouble by failing to show up for a criminal court hearing - it was not all that big a case to start with, but he made it into one. Anyway, now he has rent-free room and board, a shiny new set of orange duds, and a personal escort service ready to ferry him into see the judge whenever the state wants. No one in the family will bail him out. He has finally flaked out on everyone one time too many, and the consensus, ( besides his being 28 going on 12), is that he ought to just spend some time thinking about becoming a grown-up sometime soon. Mom wont even acknowledge the fact that he got into trouble again...dad goes every Sunday to visit.
We are renovating our house...finally moved out into an apartment last week. What a mess! The only good part is that the apartment is right next door to the house; at least I can keep an eye on our stuff (the boxes of books and junk that I refused to lug across the lawn and up a flight of stairs). Most of my 'free' time is spent doing such exciting things as shopping for tile and plumbing fixtures and trying to decide just how much I can afford to spend on the kitchen cabinets...one good thing, I discovered hardwood floors under the nasty beige wall-to-wall carpet in the bedrooms. Now I just have to see about pulling all the stuff up and seeing what shape they are in.
