I’m back, y’all. Sorry I had to take a break, but a little bog-goblin was back at it and I decided to break for a bit to see if she’d actually come forward and say anything, but as usual, no.
So I’m back, because I refuse to give up what I enjoy doing. Sometimes, putting pen to paper (or fingers to keys) is cathartic and relaxing, and I think I need a little relaxation these days. The fact is, I’m FED UP. Indeed, Fed to the Eff Up. I’m tired of politics, tired of viruses, tired of selfish people, tired of dumb people, and I’m tired of fake people. I think that covers it.
Seriously though, this year started out pretty decent but it quickly went down the tubes, eh? Now granted, I am an introvert by nature, so the lock down thing hasn’t been all so bad. As a family of four, we all hunkered down, did some projects, spent time together, and found a lot of moments of joy in the whole disaster. I think in many ways, we came out of the primary lockdown closer than ever. In fact, there have been a lot of positives from it. We tackled some big jobs around the house, we took on some new hobbies, and my favorite…my husband has been home more than ever. It’s been great.
Inside felt comforting. Outside, the world feels pretty miserable. People are hurting, people are selfish, and there’s a lot of “the dumb” spreading that is almost just as bad and dangerous as the virus itself. There’s a sense of “me me me” that is just offputting. It makes staying home a lot easier. The hardest part is not being able to travel. I’d give anything to be able to go visit my family. Unfortunately, the US is the dumpster fire of the world in regards to Covid, so I can’t travel. Next time I am able to go, I think I will appreciate it even more. I was perusing my photos the other day, and realize just how much travel I did the past few years. From long cross Atlantic trips to short little day trips to visit places, it was glorious. I think travel is the thing I most miss.
Now that being said, we did do one trip. The kids and I went down to visit my dad because I think they really needed some grandparent time with him. Despite living 300 miles away, my dad is quite involved with the kids. What he makes up for quantity, he sure makes up with quality. He spent hours with them doing various activities, including fishing. My daughter was determined, come hell or high water, to catch a fish. My dad warned her that since the lake had been recently dredged, he hadn’t seen many fish out there. Then he cast the line with a lone little grub he had found, and low and behold, he caught a fish. This was a defining moment. This moment told my daughter that it COULD be done, and she then spent hours by his side, determined. She had no luck for 2 days. I took her to the store where they had live worms, because it was so hot outside worms were nowhere to be found. Lo and behold, on our last day, in the final hour, she caught not one but THREE fish. Her pride and glee was palpable, and I was so grateful my dad had hung in there. He’s always been patient like that. Even when I grew up, he traveled all the time for work, but he always made his time with me feel special. I have amazing memories of hanging out with him. I took a covid test before we headed down, just to be safe, and was thrilled to be able to hug my dad. My kids both gave him a hug and I could tell how excited they were to see him. They had been asking for him for months. It makes me sad to see all the things my mom misses out on since she passed away. She’d be so proud of the kids, and I know she’d want to see them every chance she could. It’s a bit of a tough pill to swallow, really, but that’s all I’ll say about that. For now.
The drive down was leisurely and relaxing. I realize how much I love Pennsylvania. We stopped off in Gettysburg to a small fruit stand I frequent who has the best damned peaches you’ll ever have. I highly recommend it if you’re down that way. It’s off Taneytown rd. and it’s called The Lion Potter. It’s a family owned pottery store but outside they have a fruit stand. The peaches are giant, juicy, and everything you’d want on a hot summer day. When we arrived, I was helped by one of the younger sons, who is one of the most polite young men I have ever met. The parents should be very proud. Stop by, you won’t be disappointed. We did the drive with my SUP strapped up on the car by my husband without issue. The ride home, with it strapped by yours truly and my dad, had a little issue. The strap loosened in NY and I heard a change in wind noise in the car. My son identified the board had shifted, now leaning against the short side of the J bar. I was able to find a small pull off, and my son and I climbed up to readjust it and tighten the straps. Luckily, we made the rest of the way without issue, but that didn’t stop me from being thoroughly convinced it was going to fly off my car on the Cross Bronx.
I walked in the door tired, stiff, and hungry. I noticed my husband had rehung my mom’s portrait back up in the living room for me. It’s one of my most prized possessions. He drew it from a picture years ago and framed it for me as a gift, then hung it in the living room for me. When I’m sad, it comforts me. When I am happy, it feels like she is somehow joining in on the joy. We had painted the living room and I had missed seeing that portrait. My husband rehung it for me and next to it, placed a vase of fresh flowers. They were gorgeous and made the room smell lovely. He got them for my mom’s birthday. He knows it’s hard not being able to visit her grave, and the kindness brought me to tears. He’s the best.
Just yesterday I pondered going back to visit my dad, but I’m not sure if I’ll make it before another lockdown. Right now I’m hanging tight and holding hope our vacation will still happen.
Ok folks, I’m off to go do some cleaning. Ha, just kidding. Stay healthy and be well.