The California Moores Visit

It was such a good thing - this visit. She needed to see him - she NEEDED to see him. He needed to see her.
She wanted a cigarette but she didn't want to leave his side. She didn't want this evening to end.
She climbed in the car, wrestled with the seatbelt, the car door closed. Finally the barrier she had dreaded was there. She waved and forced a smile that was more of a grimace. She did not want to cry.
"Granny looked scared," one of the grandkids said as the car pulled away.
"Well, Sis was driving - what'd you expect?" he joked. What else could he say? "She is scared, Sweetheart. She is scared she will not see us again. She is scared."

Newport

Newport, originally uploaded by artmore1.

This was a fun place. It's next to the Newport Aquarium and has an Imax.

winter-trees

winter-trees, originally uploaded by artmore1.

This is not a black and white photo... it is hard to imagine now in early September, what six months down-the-road will look like... something like this...

Some somethings...

It seems to me that losing a parent is very often a process.

This is such strange language - "losing a parent" - I could make fun of this turn of phrase but I realize that it is actually appropriate. I have lost her - or I am losing her. Her body is still here with us but I don't know where she is. I recognize that she is in a strange place - a place I can only know when I get there. I can't be there with her now.

She seems to be uncertain and a bit dissatisfied about it all sometimes - and other times she is resigned and accepting. She doesn't say she wishes she could remember anymore - she just says she can't.

She is happy to sit on the front porch now - something she never seemed to enjoy previously. It is almost a passion. "We love it out there!", she exclaims to me when she tells me that she and Dad have been out there most of the day.

What happened to the mom that wanted to stay out of sight and out of the limelight? The mom that always stayed at home when we lived in the country? The mom that some people assumed had already passed because they had not seen her in so long? She's on the front porch in a house in town - smoking and knitting - most all day. Most everyday.

Is she shedding her earthly misery now? Is she seeing the light at the end of the tunnel? Is she free now? Free to show herself to the world - free to be a part of it because she is no longer long for it? Was most of my life my mother's chrysalis? Is she ready to spread her wings and shine and fly and leave all the unhappiness behind?

Even when she is confused or addled, she is sweet and tender with me when we talk on the phone. Her voice sounds like she loves me - like she knows I am her child and she is conveying something of great importance to me.

But she is failing. She is failing and I am in the same boat my brother is in, really. We both think that if we don't acknowledge it, it won't BE. I just do it much closer than he does. Well, it is happening. I can't deny it much longer. It is hard.

I just want what I have always wanted: for her to be happy. I hope that when she makes this transition, that the universe will see fit to bless her with all the hope and happiness and joy that slipped through her fingers in this lifetime.

Mid-week blahs...

I am feeling frustrated with my schedule. I always want to pack too much activity into my allotted time. It seems that I do so little that is meaningful and rewarding at work and have so little time to do what is meaningful and rewarding outside work. Hmmm....

Another really occassional update...

Since it is so much easier for me to post photos to Flickr, I will probably stop posting photos here and use this venue for posting largely trivial, unimportant and self-absorbed rants.
It is going to be a hot day in Central Kentucky and I am going to my nephew's soccer game at the height of the heat. This is love.
I am putting off mowing the yard until this evening since I had other errands (filling animal meds and getting animal food) this morning. And I really just wanted to relax with a couple cups of coffee and enjoy the morning light on the patio.
It has been an unseasonably wet summer and the mosquitoes will carry you off in the evenings so morning patio time is especially appreciated.

I am so encouraged by the number of people in my neighborhood who are switching to re-chargeable battery operated lawn tools! I have had a Neuton mower for almost 5 years now and I love a lot of things about it! In fact, the only thing I don't like about it is the narrow cutting path but it was the only model offered at the time. Now they make one with a wider, more conventional sized swath. They are quiet, pretty much maintenance free, you don't have to store oil and gasoline around the house, you can bag or mulch - it's a win/win deal. Seeing so many folks choosing this technology is really exciting! See this link for some interesting details: http://www.neutonpower.com/ContentPages/CSTM_CM_Dirty_Truth.aspx