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Dec. 29th, 2005 01:04 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grinninfooleThis past week has been mostly very good.
Last Wednesday was super busy at work, what with it being 4 days to Xmas and new comics day. Thursday I worked most of the day, which was also quite busy. Friday was full of wrapping presents, exchanging holiday cheer with OPD, MAMEd and his daughters, and then driving to Andover to see my family. Xmas eve M and I saw Lion, Witch & Wardrobe, did some last minute shopping, and then visited with M's dad in Stoneham. Mom and I both quite enjoyed the movie, and it was good to go out with Mom and see her have some fun. The last time, two weeks before, she had a panic attack while I drove us home. In tears, she told me that she has come to dread leaving the house, a dramatic change from how she has been my whole life until now. This makes me deeply sad, as I can't help but as the great shadow falling over her. Happily, she didn't have any problems that day. The food and company in Stoneham were excellent, though my inability to speak Spanish included me out as the evening progressed. Must fix that next year.
Xmas itself was back in with my family in Andover, and was pleasant enough. (Dinner was at the China Blossom restaurant, which had an unremarkable buffet. I remember it happily from my childhood, but Mr. Yee, who I remember as a dapper gent in a suit, was not in evidence.)
Back home, things got ugly. Mom and Dad graciously gave me a tidy sum for the new year, but when Mom asked Dad why he hadn't arranged matters in the way that they had discussed he angrily denied that they had had any such conversation at all. Mom then launched into a topic that I recall from my childhood, that Dad never listens to her, and cited as the most recent example a trip to the doctor's for a check up, in which she'd asked to be let off at the front door, and he'd ignored her to park in back, leaving her to climb steep stairs and open a heavy door, which is a challenge for her these days. The worst of it was, she said, that he wouldn't even acknowledge that the stairs were steep. "They aren't steep," he replied. Later, when Mom tried to ascertain if he had changed his mind about what checks to write, or if he had simply not taken in what she had asked him in the first place, he insisted that she had never even broached the subject with him, much less proposed a course of action. He simply could not accept the possibility that he might have misunderstood her in some way. In fact, he went on to say that he feared for her mental health. Then, privately to me, he said he was very worried about Mom and her 'moods' and that he didn't know what to do about it. When I suggested that he try listening to her, he behaved as if I had said nothing. It becomes clear to me why Mom's health, and strength of spirit, is failing. And I'm really angry with my Dad. And I am now convinced that he has ADD, because I used to do a lot of these things myself, and I can see then so clearly because I have literally spent decades trying to change.
Then, Monday, it was back to work (another good day--the store is doing tremendous business and we're all very pleased.)
Yesterday, Millari and I went to the Clark Institute and appreciated beautiful art. Then we ate a very good meal at Table 9. Then we went to bed.
Today, we splurged at Whole Foods, and dined at India Palace with Bionic Babe and her husband, and then I lay around all evening skimming through the Narnia books. While I remember some of them well, some, like the Silver Chair and Magician's Nephew, I don't really recall at all. And, now, over an hour after going to bed, I have finally come to the end of this post.
Last Wednesday was super busy at work, what with it being 4 days to Xmas and new comics day. Thursday I worked most of the day, which was also quite busy. Friday was full of wrapping presents, exchanging holiday cheer with OPD, MAMEd and his daughters, and then driving to Andover to see my family. Xmas eve M and I saw Lion, Witch & Wardrobe, did some last minute shopping, and then visited with M's dad in Stoneham. Mom and I both quite enjoyed the movie, and it was good to go out with Mom and see her have some fun. The last time, two weeks before, she had a panic attack while I drove us home. In tears, she told me that she has come to dread leaving the house, a dramatic change from how she has been my whole life until now. This makes me deeply sad, as I can't help but as the great shadow falling over her. Happily, she didn't have any problems that day. The food and company in Stoneham were excellent, though my inability to speak Spanish included me out as the evening progressed. Must fix that next year.
Xmas itself was back in with my family in Andover, and was pleasant enough. (Dinner was at the China Blossom restaurant, which had an unremarkable buffet. I remember it happily from my childhood, but Mr. Yee, who I remember as a dapper gent in a suit, was not in evidence.)
Back home, things got ugly. Mom and Dad graciously gave me a tidy sum for the new year, but when Mom asked Dad why he hadn't arranged matters in the way that they had discussed he angrily denied that they had had any such conversation at all. Mom then launched into a topic that I recall from my childhood, that Dad never listens to her, and cited as the most recent example a trip to the doctor's for a check up, in which she'd asked to be let off at the front door, and he'd ignored her to park in back, leaving her to climb steep stairs and open a heavy door, which is a challenge for her these days. The worst of it was, she said, that he wouldn't even acknowledge that the stairs were steep. "They aren't steep," he replied. Later, when Mom tried to ascertain if he had changed his mind about what checks to write, or if he had simply not taken in what she had asked him in the first place, he insisted that she had never even broached the subject with him, much less proposed a course of action. He simply could not accept the possibility that he might have misunderstood her in some way. In fact, he went on to say that he feared for her mental health. Then, privately to me, he said he was very worried about Mom and her 'moods' and that he didn't know what to do about it. When I suggested that he try listening to her, he behaved as if I had said nothing. It becomes clear to me why Mom's health, and strength of spirit, is failing. And I'm really angry with my Dad. And I am now convinced that he has ADD, because I used to do a lot of these things myself, and I can see then so clearly because I have literally spent decades trying to change.
Then, Monday, it was back to work (another good day--the store is doing tremendous business and we're all very pleased.)
Yesterday, Millari and I went to the Clark Institute and appreciated beautiful art. Then we ate a very good meal at Table 9. Then we went to bed.
Today, we splurged at Whole Foods, and dined at India Palace with Bionic Babe and her husband, and then I lay around all evening skimming through the Narnia books. While I remember some of them well, some, like the Silver Chair and Magician's Nephew, I don't really recall at all. And, now, over an hour after going to bed, I have finally come to the end of this post.
