No sooner did I send that message then our guests walked in to see me frazzled, sweaty and exhausted. Anyway, I texted Dan and said, “the idea here is to act like our house always looks likes this, so, DO NOT walk in and comment on how nice it looks.” Cal followed me around, helping me hang pictures and such… basically he spent the day getting yelled at (the kid has to just groan when I say, “Today we’re gonna work on some projects together, buddy.”). Alex handled the vast majority of cleaning, with Abby coming in a close second. The kids and I spent the day making our house presentable, or less appalling, however you want to say it. Last week my mother-in-law, sister-in-law and her husband came for the night. He has, actually, maintained straight As in high school… but don’t despair – his dingbat tendencies are alive and well… An error (that has since been fixed) kept him off the distinguished honor roll list in the paper. I’m not sure that I believe he was joking, but I very badly want to, so I will. But! he only said he was joking after I looked at Alex and shook my head in disgust/disbelief. I sorta feel bad when I bust his chops but then shit like this goes down: He nodded and said, “You are not wrong, mother.” I said, “Come on, Alex… have you seen his head? Every time I look at him I thank God for C-sections… of course he’s stretching them out…” Then I looked at my boy and gave him a shrug of apology. She frantically asked, “Are you stretching them out? Do you feel like they are stretching?” Early on in the week Cal borrowed a pair of Alex’s sunglasses. I like to be an equal opportunity asshole. my two college degrees and basic common sense would’ve never gotten me through that technical jargon.” We found the make and model we preferred (Consumer Reports, baby) and Dan went through some options, “…there’s front controls – like we have now – or top controls – they go on the top of the door and are sorta hidden from sight.” We need a new one and his mom expressed an interest in replacing hers – so we started our search. As the week wore on however, I got back to my more natural state. Which is to say, I was a little less of an ass because I knew he was hurting. Dan was off for a few days and, due to the circumstances, we got along well. It’s the natural course of life… so why, exactly, does it feel so damned awful? I think even Dan will be ok in time… I mean, this is how it’s supposed to happen, right? Our parents are supposed to go first. I mean that’s a pretty big matzah ball hanging out there, if she doesn’t laugh. Thank God that woman has a sense of humor. She’ll be ok, of that I have no doubt.Īt one point last week, she looked at me, tears stubbornly refusing to spill, and said, “I always thought I’d go first.” My gaze softened as I said, “Well… we were all hoping…” We’ll follow her lead and just be there when she needs us. We’ll figure it out with his mom, she’s intent upon staying put – and trust me… I want her to stay put.īut, she’s over an hour away and we worry about her… She’s healthy and capable, but still… we worry. Like, somehow, it already has a sense of normalcy about it… One minute it doesn’t seem real and the next, we feel like, in some odd way, we knew this was the turn our lives would take. A musical colleague of Bob’s performed Taps – my God is there any song that reaches into your soul and squeezes your heart like Taps? Just a lone trumpeter, blowing sorrow through his horn…Įverybody is doing… ok. We had a small graveside service Wednesday. To catch you up on the unexpected loss of Dan’s dad. So, hang on, you’re about to waste about 15 minutes reading as I drone on with nothing to offer but some idiotic drivel. ![]() The topics seemed to throw themselves at me like Dan when I’m wearing running tights (don’t even try to understand it… it’s disgusting… I think he has some kind of weird fetish-type shit goin’ on).Īnyway, I’m sitting here, one day past my (self-imposed) deadline, wondering what the hell to write about… That was, unfortunately, followed by my father-in-law’s unexpected passing, a devastating situation, but one that kept me on task. It was a lofty goal, for sure, but then we had a ridiculously slapstick-style family outing so my confidence soared. When I began my pursuit of “a blog a week” I had some fodder – my high-school-senior daughter.
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