So the day of the apocalypse came and went without incident - though I did hear there was a minor earthquake in California. And now we wait for Oct. 21 - a five month window that Camping has predicted doom and gloom day.
Who does he really think he is? Why would anyone want to predict the end of world? So many people believe nonsense because they want their ticket to heaven. We're all gonna get there - one of these days, but we don't need to know when that day will be. We need to just keep doing the very best we can and take care of ourselves and our loved ones. It's really that simple. Do the right things and tell the truth.
It bothers me that some people gave up their savings and "bought" into the nonsense of one man's predictions. And that there are people who are disappointed. I am glad he was proven wrong. I am glad for today and for the sun. Heck, I even went to McDonald's for breakfast today just because I could and I like their mcgriddle. Hit the spot - so now I can move on with my planning.
Aahh. May is a promising month - and the promise is intact. Yay.
Sunday, May 22, 2011
Thursday, May 19, 2011
May 18, 2011
So Dad calls to give me an update - which is becoming more frequent lately. He's been talking to the lawyer about a medical power of attorney for all of them to me and Freddy; talking to doctors and nurses about how to get Judy the assistance she needs to recuperate from her knee surgery; and then he hits me with the bomb of all bombs:
"Today was a day for the calendar. May 18th. The day my wife could not remember who I am."
What a sad conversation. I tried to remind him how important it is for him to take good care of himself - that he is the head of the triangle at 23 Douglas Drive and he must remain in good health and strong to do what he has chosen to do.
When we got of the phone, I started crying and I just couldn't stop. Thank heavens I have Linda to talk to - she is such a good listener. She also knows how to change the subject.
Oh my. What I wouldn't do to turn back this clock and this calendar. To insist that Dad move Mom and Judy to Richmond so I could help him navigate this maze of medical maladies and turmoil to his world. I tried to make this happen three years ago, two years ago, and I thought I had everything in order to make it happen last year, but such was not the case and now it is necessary but oh so much more difficult.
I have no idea how all this is going to fall out - so the "rapture" prediction may come true at 23 Douglas Drive, whether we like it or not. I can't control it nor can I stop the inevitable. It is past time to have mom in a nursing home, but I am fully aware that Dad's life has revolved around his Ginny, and he would rather do anything than to upset her routine and apple cart. But her apple cart is already upended and she has no idea who she is, where she is, or what is happening to her. And Daddy is dealing with it all the very best that he can - which now may not be enough to keep his world altogether.
I am sad for them all - and I want to do what is right, but I don't know exactly what that is. I guess I'm going to find out one way or another. I hope it's not a phone call from a stranger.
Too much change in the air right now. Too many variables out of control. Too many tasks to accomplish and not knowing how many days I have to do them.
One day at a time is a good way to approach this - so that's what I'll do. But for the rest of my years, May 18 will stick in my brain as the day my dad noted was the end of the Fred and Ginny era.
"Today was a day for the calendar. May 18th. The day my wife could not remember who I am."
What a sad conversation. I tried to remind him how important it is for him to take good care of himself - that he is the head of the triangle at 23 Douglas Drive and he must remain in good health and strong to do what he has chosen to do.
When we got of the phone, I started crying and I just couldn't stop. Thank heavens I have Linda to talk to - she is such a good listener. She also knows how to change the subject.
Oh my. What I wouldn't do to turn back this clock and this calendar. To insist that Dad move Mom and Judy to Richmond so I could help him navigate this maze of medical maladies and turmoil to his world. I tried to make this happen three years ago, two years ago, and I thought I had everything in order to make it happen last year, but such was not the case and now it is necessary but oh so much more difficult.
I have no idea how all this is going to fall out - so the "rapture" prediction may come true at 23 Douglas Drive, whether we like it or not. I can't control it nor can I stop the inevitable. It is past time to have mom in a nursing home, but I am fully aware that Dad's life has revolved around his Ginny, and he would rather do anything than to upset her routine and apple cart. But her apple cart is already upended and she has no idea who she is, where she is, or what is happening to her. And Daddy is dealing with it all the very best that he can - which now may not be enough to keep his world altogether.
I am sad for them all - and I want to do what is right, but I don't know exactly what that is. I guess I'm going to find out one way or another. I hope it's not a phone call from a stranger.
Too much change in the air right now. Too many variables out of control. Too many tasks to accomplish and not knowing how many days I have to do them.
One day at a time is a good way to approach this - so that's what I'll do. But for the rest of my years, May 18 will stick in my brain as the day my dad noted was the end of the Fred and Ginny era.
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Time for another rant!
My nephew's wife just reminded me of something that really - REALLY - pissed me off many years ago before I was going to marry my first official fiance, Linwood. My brother Phil (now Mary's father-in-law) had his then new wife Jeanie give me this book called "The Total Woman" which I read with disbelief. I could not fathom that any woman in the late 20th century would read this book and believe a word of it.
How to please a man. How to run a household. How to be a perfect wife. How to be a happy woman 24/7. Good god amighty. It was the biggest bunch of crap I had ever read. That any woman in the 1980s would succumb to such utter ridiculousness just blew my mind.
I hated that book. I hated what it suggested. I hated that my brother's wife thought I might even consider behaving in such a way. And now, I hate it even more. After TWO marriages to complete idiots I know more about men than I ever wanted to know. How stupid they are. That one woman could "please" one man by giving of herself - giving UP her own identity - to make HIM feel special and important when his thoughts and ideas might be better than hers? Who ever bought into that idiology must be the ultimate of stupid.
Sorry, girls. I get it - let the man think he's smarter than you so he can bring home the bacon, let you fry it up in the pan. You get to be a "total woman" and be a mommy and happy homemaker, and decorate and clean, cook and shop with "his" money, and raise your children and sleep in his bed and be available at his beck and call. And when he doesn't like something you do or say, agree with him so he will feel the ultimate of important. Roll over and let him have is way with you so you can continue to be the happy housewife.
NOT.
Women are smarter than men. Women are more capable of coping than men. Women know how to make things work and do what must be done in this world better than men. Women know how to feel their feelings, share them, embrace them and get past the pain to improve their circumstances better than men.
I don't hate men - I find them very entertaining under many circumstances. I prefer them in social settings and I thought I could love the two that I married. But I could not love them unconditionally because they were stuck on themselves and couldn't see the forest for the trees. (There's a sexual metaphor that I won't pursue here... lol.) I'll just say that I enjoyed having sex with them and that they fulfilled my needs physically; emotionally, they did not. Nor did they meet my intellectual needs.
Ah. I hadn't thought about that stupid book in a long time until Mary wrote a passage from it on Facebook. Thanks, Mary, for reminding me about it. That book made me stronger than any stupid man ever could.
And no, I didn't marry Linwood. He was the epitome of the stupid men for whom that book was written.
How to please a man. How to run a household. How to be a perfect wife. How to be a happy woman 24/7. Good god amighty. It was the biggest bunch of crap I had ever read. That any woman in the 1980s would succumb to such utter ridiculousness just blew my mind.
I hated that book. I hated what it suggested. I hated that my brother's wife thought I might even consider behaving in such a way. And now, I hate it even more. After TWO marriages to complete idiots I know more about men than I ever wanted to know. How stupid they are. That one woman could "please" one man by giving of herself - giving UP her own identity - to make HIM feel special and important when his thoughts and ideas might be better than hers? Who ever bought into that idiology must be the ultimate of stupid.
Sorry, girls. I get it - let the man think he's smarter than you so he can bring home the bacon, let you fry it up in the pan. You get to be a "total woman" and be a mommy and happy homemaker, and decorate and clean, cook and shop with "his" money, and raise your children and sleep in his bed and be available at his beck and call. And when he doesn't like something you do or say, agree with him so he will feel the ultimate of important. Roll over and let him have is way with you so you can continue to be the happy housewife.
NOT.
Women are smarter than men. Women are more capable of coping than men. Women know how to make things work and do what must be done in this world better than men. Women know how to feel their feelings, share them, embrace them and get past the pain to improve their circumstances better than men.
I don't hate men - I find them very entertaining under many circumstances. I prefer them in social settings and I thought I could love the two that I married. But I could not love them unconditionally because they were stuck on themselves and couldn't see the forest for the trees. (There's a sexual metaphor that I won't pursue here... lol.) I'll just say that I enjoyed having sex with them and that they fulfilled my needs physically; emotionally, they did not. Nor did they meet my intellectual needs.
Ah. I hadn't thought about that stupid book in a long time until Mary wrote a passage from it on Facebook. Thanks, Mary, for reminding me about it. That book made me stronger than any stupid man ever could.
And no, I didn't marry Linwood. He was the epitome of the stupid men for whom that book was written.
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