Saturday, May 16, 2009
Planning
Monday, May 4, 2009
Aging
A good friend of mine wrote me a note: "I think you should wait until Art's mother passes, then you won't break her heart, and we'll have you around longer!"
Got me thinking about one of the Boomers' parents' dilemmas. As they planned--or didn't--their families, many of them thought of their kids as a reserve against old age. Millions of them were right; millions were wrong.
Here's how I responded to my friend's kind-hearted note. It'll clue you to how I really feel about leaving my mother-in-law just where she is while we pursue our dream.
As far as Art's mom is concerned, she's 86 years old, has perfect blood pressure, does not take any meds--the only thing wrong with her is bad bones. She comes from a long line of people who live to be 105 and she's only 32 years older than i am....sooooo thanks for the suggestion and i love you too, but NO. NO. NO. Can you imagine waiting for her to die? oh too morbid for me, it'd turn into something too scary.
I once had a mean-spirited friend who passionately hated her mother. The old lady lived in a downstairs apt that my friend couldn't wait to turn into an art room. The "joke" was, every time we talked, i'd ask, "she still alive?" "yes, dammit," she'd reply. Funny, i knew why my friend hated her so, but i kinda liked the old lady.
I had long ago lost that friend when a distant acquaintance told me what a gorgeous work room her friend had in her basement.
I wasn't surprised when she mentioned the friend by name.
I wonder if she's any happier now that she's got this great space, remodeled for art, glowing with natural light? All i can think is that her mother lived a mighty lonely (miserable?) existence downstairs from her one surviving daughter, a mean woman who hated her so badly she talked to her only about business matters. And then practically in the third person.
Of course, as i write to you, i'm writing to myself--so thanks for the question. I love Art's mom, who btw, is home now. i visit her way too often to fit my busy schedule. She lives in a great community where everyone--EVERYONE--loves her. She's not alone--she has more friends now than she ever collected in her entire life. Too bad she's got just one child.
All that justifies why we can't and won't wait for her to die. It answers the question that so many Boomers ask themselves about their parents....and their own kids. If you have children to care for you til the end time, you may not be so lucky. Yes, her heart will be broken. But that'll be the signal for her friends to gather round her, close ranks, so to speak.
I'm 58, Art's 62. Let's say she lives to 100, which she easily could. i'll be 72, art will be 76. Geriatrics on photo safari? So Africa may not even BE there anymore....even if we could get the walkers into the plane's overhead bin.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
Money
Pouting
Monday, April 20, 2009
Illusion
Monday, April 13, 2009
Gifts
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Painting
We're getting the house ready to sell. Don't laugh. Damn the economy, all the house needs is some paint, right? And with Popped Corn and Parmesan, we're reforming the place. You can laugh now cause those are the colors we're painting...the corny color is a pale, pale yellow, just off white. The cheesy one is shiny white. Corn on walls, cheese on woodwork. Does that mean we need do nothing in the kitchen?