Writers block? Down in the dumps? Not able to cope? Depressed? The list
goes on and on naming possible reason’s why I have not posted for such a long
while. Trouble is I can't pin it down to anything in particular. Writers block? No, I could write....just have not felt like it. Down in the dumps? Perhaps,
but then I'm too freaking cheerful to be that. Not able to cope? Been coping
pretty damn well for 61 years so far...so no! Those last two pretty well trump
depressed. So I think I will just say I took a break.
Quite recently my father who winters in Arizona at my twin brothers home
finally went into a clinic to have his persistent cough checked and was
immediately hospitalized with suspected pulmonary heart disease. After a week of
tests they told us his heart is fine but he has sclerosis of the liver or fatty
liver disease, which he can live with. He was put on diuretics after
draining five pounds of fluid from his chest and he would have a serious change
in diet; no this and no that, but at the top of the list, no salt. A few weeks after flying back home to Portland he decided that living
on his own was not an option for him so he accepted my younger brother's
request and moved into his big home in Beaverton. At 81 my father is very
capable, and sees to his own daily needs, drives his own car, goes to the gym
most every day and quite obviously makes big decisions and follows through. I
love my dad and am comforted that he has decided to make the changes he
has made. Selfishly though I will miss stopping by my parents house
that had been their home since 1971 when we moved from England to
Portland. After work I would go one block off the route home and
stop at my dad’s for a visit and a glass of our favorite scotch. Most
of the rooms are empty now, leaving the stuff that will eventually end up being
donated. Between my sister, two brothers and myself we gleaned many items
that will be useful in our own homes as well as the many things that simply
hold special memories. Thanks dad for all the tools, I can hardly wait to use
that big pressure washer on the years of algae build up on the driveway. And
while it is not such a useful item as the pressure washer, mom’s old piggy bank
has a place of honor in the front guest room.
Since he is not selling the house right away I've thoughts of planting vegetables
in the garden at the back of the house. It is too far for dad to come and water
every day, but then it is only one block off my route home from work. I will
put a chair in the garden shed that I can drag out and sit and talk to the
vegetables while I keep a vigilant eye out for marauding hordes of slugs. In
one of the boxes of treasures I took home there is a flask that MeMa told
me I didn't need as I already had one..... Well I think I will heed her advice
and drop it by dad’s but put it in the garden shed so when I find myself a block off my route home from work I can have a glass of our favorite scotch.
