So I have been MIA for awhile.В I just have been not interested in writing lately.В I guess it might have been the past several weeks of blistering hot humid Southern triple digit weather in a house without AC (we do have three window units, but no central AC) or just a natural state of late summer stagnation.В I just have not been into writing lately.В
I guess I just can’t find the time to focus with a 15 month old or the time.В It’s like time is a lost sock, somewhere under a bed or hidden in a basket of unfolded laundry.I am trying to beВ more disciplined, but discipline and rigged schedules areВ not my style.В I also like to write when the emotion covers me and with a little toddler toddling around, I just can’t jump into the muse as I used to: two feet, head first into the deep end.В Instead, I have to plan it out.В Pack a diaper bag of a toddler nap, a quiet blanket of uninterrupted time, where there are no teething screams or toddler bonksВ from new found freedom of wheels that walk (feet).Or maybe I have just been lazy.В Just so you know, I am typing this with one hand, really two fingers (index and middle) while I nurse the boy to sleep.
So, I will just post some pictures today.В Hopefully as grad school gets started back up, I will be more moved to write.В Let’s hope memo gets her muse back.В I have one more cla*s and my thesis and I will graduate this semester.В So I better damn well find my muse again.
The update on a couple thingsВ I plan on writing about in the near future (promise) is about my mom.В
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She is still alive and I do talk to her on the phone.В Her health is declining (she has two slow growingВ brain tumors.В One on her brain stem and one on her cerebellum, both diagnosed inВ 2000.В She hadВ brain surgery to put a shunt in inВ 2000.)В But she is still mentally present.В I can not tell you how I cringe every timeВ the phone rings thinking it is a phone call telling me she has pa*sed.В I also get so excited when I can hear her voice on the phone.В It lights up my heart.В And then when I hear her voice and can tell she is mentally with it, it makes me even happier.В I have some to terms with the fact that I can tell her I love her on the phone everyday and that is enough.В Although I would love to be close to her to visit every weekend.В She lives in Colorado at a nursing home near my sister.В I liveВ В North Carolina.В
She can not get out of bed and has lost the ability to move about freely because she has been bedВ ridden for so long.В The nursing home staff did tell me that she does get in her wheelchair sometimes and goes down to the cafeteria to eat.В It is difficult to understand her as her speech is slurredВ sometimes.В And she is deaf in one ear, so our conversations are difficult.В I think the slurred speech may be an effect of the brain tumors.В But just hearing her voice makes everything better.В I can’t imagine not being able to hear her voice.В I think I have just tried to put it out of my mind how sad this makes me.В I have tried to distract myself with other things.В Mostly motherhood.В But I miss her so much and I just can’t explain how it tears me up to have to think about losing another parent.В It was bad enough losing my father.В I am grateful my sister is living close by to my mom’s nursing home.В My heart does go out to my sister though, as it is very hard on her to see our mother decline.В It has been a long and slow process.
Another loss is one of my closest friends in the wh*le world moved away.В I was lucky enough to have Susanna live in the same town as me.В We both moved to the same town in Eastern North Carolina where we worked at the same school.В She lived here for five years.В Even though we didn’t see each other every week, knowing she was just across town, able to have a face to face coffee date was a treasure.В You know, the gold and silver of friendship and when you can sit with a friend you adore, well, that is just about the best thing in the world.В The comfort, the love, and the support.В Nothing like it in the world than having a great friend sitting with you and hearing their laughter erupt next to yours.
My son, Ben and great friend Susanna
В Tears were a rollin’ country western style, country music playin’ in the background.В I got a big ole’ cheesy heart!В I do indeed love that girl BIG, as big as the sky in Wyoming.В Enough of the teary teary tears moving on.
В So I hope ya’llВ are pleasedВ with my bloggy blog post.Интересная ссылочка
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