Wednesday, January 4, 2012

The New Year as it goes...

I am ensconced in Idaho.   I had planned on doing some skiing with my niece and nephew but we were thwarted by the lack of snow.  I was also going to spend time with other friends, but instead have found myself at my parents home in Payette, Idaho where I have not been in years.

My Dad has had a few health issues this past year - including cutting off his ear when a trash barrel fell on him - but is doing okay, and doing okay with a fairly good smile.  He has been wearing a bladder catheter for a few days which became clogged on New Year's Eve. My mom and I took him to the emergency room about 3AM on the 1st.  I thought there would be a bunch of drunk and bloodied revelers in the ER, but we were pretty much alone.  We just had to flush an obstruction out of his catheter and back home we went.

I've been cleaning out my mother's cupboards.  She has so much crap.  I said either participate in the winnowing now, or I'll toss it all when she is gone.  Heartless, I know.   We've made some great progress.  I gave her an A for the refrigerator - no bad food, just some rearranging...and throwing out a big tub of those restaurant ketchups and mayos.  Okay, there were a few foods six months past their expiration date, but I can't point fingers at that without being a bit of a hypocrite.

It is nice to be hanging with my parents.  I watched The Help last night.  I've been to the store across the street twice for beer.  I went to Albertson's once for groceries and a second time to prove to my mother that they carry rice. (I know, crazy).  The important thing is that we are just being and just spending time.  Yes, there are some raised voices (usually mine), but we've made head way on having a positive outlook, being thankful even amid health adversity, on trying to explain that I shouldn't be labeled as the bad son (always), and that you can teach an old dog a new trick -- albeit begrudgingly.

I had the following observation today:

A man with a bladder bag, a man with a wobble and a cane, a woman with a walker, and a man in a hoodie and sun glasses meet on the street...

Oh wait, that isn't the start of a joke, that was my afternoon walk with my Dad.

It will be us one day, and for some funny reason, I felt very comfortable with that today.  There was an at peace understanding as my dad and his friends met and said hello.  I felt in their eyes they were as young and vibrant as ever.  I was very much warmed by the smile in their eyes and hearts.

Later in the day, my Dad and I went out to the golf course my grandfather envisioned years ago.  Family and roots are sometimes pushed aside, but they always remain strong.

I've  been cooking dinner and raising conversation topics.  Ive been taking care of showers, clean clothes and water for Dad.  I even fixed the leaky water spigot for the refrigerator.

This is fun.  Seriously.  It will be time well remembered.


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