Been Such a Long TimeMarch 10, 2011 at 11:39 PM | Posted in Journal | Leave a comment
Tags: family, funerals, life and death, time travel, weather
And several things may have contributed to why I haven’t written in a while. There, just that one sentence–and now I am off and running. I think.
So much has happened in the last three months, and yet there is so little to tell. In December my Aunt passed away, and right before Christmas Detroit fell on the ice and broke her hip. She has been laid up for the past three months, and is only recently able to start trying to put weight on it.
I…oh, hell–it doesn’t matter. I’m writing this crap for myself anyway. It was (and still is) a fucking lot to deal with. I have to do everything, including shit I’m not good at, like laundry and cleaning. I appreciate more and more what she has done now that I have to do it.
Of course I had a great line for it, because I needed one to get me through. People would ask how she’s doing, and I would explain the whole ordeal, and how the doctor told her not to put any weight on her hip. “And even though he didn’t tell me specifically,” I would add, “I’m sure I’m not supposed to put any weight on it either.” I pause innocently, waiting for my audience to catch on.
But that’s what I had to endure as well: No sex. It’s been very hard to go without. I have these symptoms:
*Cranky and irritable
*No desire to write or do creative work
*Did I mention cranky and irritable?
And I wasn’t sure if it was because of the lack of sex or because of the increase in dosage for my ADD medication. I seem to have leveled out on the crankiness–
Either that, or–like my new sexless life–I’ve come to accept it as part of my life now.
But I really didn’t want the medication to affect my creativity, because other than that this new dose is really working for me, I think. Maybe I was just too focused on all the other tasks at hand to write? I hope so. I never gave up the desire, it just always got pushed to the back burner. Plus, even though I wasn’t getting any, I sure was looking at a large amount of porn.
The specific porn in a guy’s collection sure does say something about his personality–
And let’s leave it at that.
The first weekend of January, our dog picked up a stray dog. Yeah, our dog had a dog. I didn’t have time and Detroit wasn’t able to look for the owners, so we kept her for about three days while it was really cold. Then her son saw a sign in the neighborhood, so we returned her. They were happy to have her back, but it did make us think that another dog is what our dog needs.
We were having a meeting in the living room, the whole house–the whole family. Detroit’s family. I guess they are mine, because they live in my house. But dammit, I don’t want to admit or have to accept the oldest son, The Troll.
I had planned this meeting after the new year to talk about new responsibilities and what I wanted out of the boys, and also some different ways to shop for groceries and plan meals. The meeting got interupted, so I didn’t get to finish and go off on them. Detroit’s mom got a call. Her sister in Michigan was very ill.
She went up to stay with her for several weeks–or stay with another sister and visit the sick one in the hospital. Then she came home, and then spent three or four days with Detroit’s sister while she recovered from lap-band surgery. That’s the thing where they squeeze off part of your stomach when you’re too much of a fat-ass and have no self-control and just keep shoveling food down your throat. They should have installed the lap band about a cubit higher, at her mouth. That would solve several problems: It would keep her from eating, and she wouldn’t be able to talk, either. Fuck, she is annoying.
Shortly after that–about a week ago–Bonnie’s (Detroit’s mom) sister passed away. Away we trek up to Michigan.
I had high hopes of using some of my time off that I tried to accumulate to get some things done around the house. Instead, the three days I built up were used on this, and I have nothing again, until next month. I accrue 11.25 hours per month, which comes to about 17 days per year, or three weeks. This doesn’t include all the holidays we are off and paid for. I have a pretty sweet gig.
We go to Michigan. They pack some bags, and I have to haul them. It’s Detroit, recovering from a broken hip, and using a walker. It’s her sister, recovering from her minor surgery and suffering from a severe personality disorder. And it’s their mother, a short, waddly old sedentary woman with diabetes and other problems. And me, driving the gimp-mobile.
It wasn’t a bad visit, as trips-for-funerals go–for me. Detroit got sick Thursday and couldn’t go to the funeral (she was there for the previous evening for the wake.) She was able to leverage her illness quite cunningly, I thought. Her mother had planned–without consulting us–for us to stay there through Sunday, and leave Sunday morning, driving the ten hours back. Detroit said she would rather be sick at home, and wanted to leave.
And that was fine with me, even though I was meeting more of her family and hopefully endearing myself to them…or at least not creeping them out too much. To be fair, they are her relatives, not mine, so it’s perfectly okay for me to flirt with her hot cousins.
But we didn’t leave Friday, we left Saturday morning instead. Friday I got to taste the star of local cuisine: a steak sammich at Tony’s. But it’s not a steak sammich. It’s a burger, or a hoagie. It’s a large oblong burger on toasted Italian bread with cheese and pizza sauce on it. It’s a pizza burger.
It was purty goddamn awesome.
I also got to see the sights of Saginaw, Michigan: Deteriorating slums, a vacant downtown, and roads that could use some putty, or crack-fill, or rock, or something. Fuck, fill the holes with spaghetti and meatballs for all I care. Just fill them.
Saturday morning we prepared to leave. Meaning, I packed our bags, Detroit’s mom and sister packed theirs, and they sat there and watched me while I loaded up the van in the falling snow. Then I herded their asses out to the van, got them in it, closed the doors, and we left. It snowed all through Michigan, and somewhere in northern Indiana it turned to rain. By Indy it had stopped.
I was glad to have Sunday off and at home; the road was not kind to my body, especially my knees. I did nada but lay on the couch, then nap, then eat, then lay on the couch some more. It was a busy day.
I feel a little out of practice at writing here, and I’m wondering how I’m supposed to make this interesting or funny. Fuck it. Live isn’t always interesting or funny. Sometimes it’s just life.