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So much better then I expected.
15 years ago
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So. Wonderful things are wonderful. crazy things are crazy. And this visit was somewhere in between.
So as I mentioned in an earlier post, my mother was coming down to see me last night for a visit. I really did and didn't want her to come at the same time.
I had a lot of work to do for projects and I was worried that with her here I would have to play hostess and well, not get anything done.
Instead it was the exact opposite.
When she first arrived it was big hugs and lots of love, and she had brought her dog with her. Lady, who she had since I was around 12, is practically blind, deaf and has no sense of smell, but gets around like it's nothing, even if she is a football with legs.
Once I showed her the house and she got settled in we started talking chatting while I worked. She seemed shocked at some of the things I had to say. Not because they were anything horrid, but because I had never really been an open person. With an older sibling around I took back seat willingly because I didn't want to be in the way. We really had a chance to connect, and it was great.
Once it got a little later I took out to this Mexican restaurant that was out of the way and we had a great time. I was a little disappointed when she ordered a margarita, but when I saw her not order another one after she finished I smiled inside.
Sadly that smile disappeared. as we were heading home she had me stop at Maggio's and she picked up some Grey goose vodka since all we had at my house was amaretto. It got us on the topic of why she drank and what had happened. I knew I was swimming near troubled waters with those topics, but I realize that at this point in my life, I deserve an answer on certain topics. Amazingly enough nothing bad happened and we talked about things and kinda had a tender heart to heart moment, and she apologized for being so dependent on it.
When we got home she made herself a drink, as did I, after all, when in Rome, and since I knew I wasn't driving, an Amaretto didn't sound too bad.
I continued to paint and my mother and I watched "The Producers". Not the new one, but the original with Gene Wilder. After so many years in the music business, my mother wasn't to interested in musicals. But I apparently picked a good movie. We were both laughing hysterically and joking around, and she was reminiscing on how when she was younger she remembered people LIKE some of the characters.
The night then ended shortly after the movie. I mean it was one in the morning what else would we do?
Even when I woke up this morning it was great. We had hot tea and sat by the Christmas tree. I had the high orbit holiday special going in the background and my mom started listening. We got onto a conversation about the musician, Matthew Ebell, and she listened more and then asked if she could have some of his other CD's to send to Uncle Jame's. Apparently she thinks he would make a great musician for the record company.
When we were about to head out she started taking pictures of the house and I looked at her strangely, wondering what she was doing. Her response, "I'm just so proud of you, and I wanted to take pictures to remember my wonderful visit....uh oh, my memory card is full, how do you delete pictures?" Then I spent twenty minutes trying to show her how to do that. Which worked out well.
We went and had breakfast, then said our goodbyes.
After that, things got a bit stressful.
I had to head to the school to get in the dark room to develop, and I realized that there would be traffic because of the christmas parade, but I didn't realize how much.
The I was in the darkroom for about seven or eight hours, fighting to get photos developed and only ending with three or four good ones.
I had to stop and leave because I was to the point of tears admittedly. Just so much insanity.
I headed home thinking I was going to get some rest, but apparently I got home in time for Mike to show up so we could study for finals.
So, after a few hours of that insanity I'm finally done. I'm actually probably going to go to bed soon after I finish this post, but I at least wanted to let people know that I was not dead, and that things had gone well.
good night all.
So as I mentioned in an earlier post, my mother was coming down to see me last night for a visit. I really did and didn't want her to come at the same time.
I had a lot of work to do for projects and I was worried that with her here I would have to play hostess and well, not get anything done.
Instead it was the exact opposite.
When she first arrived it was big hugs and lots of love, and she had brought her dog with her. Lady, who she had since I was around 12, is practically blind, deaf and has no sense of smell, but gets around like it's nothing, even if she is a football with legs.
Once I showed her the house and she got settled in we started talking chatting while I worked. She seemed shocked at some of the things I had to say. Not because they were anything horrid, but because I had never really been an open person. With an older sibling around I took back seat willingly because I didn't want to be in the way. We really had a chance to connect, and it was great.
Once it got a little later I took out to this Mexican restaurant that was out of the way and we had a great time. I was a little disappointed when she ordered a margarita, but when I saw her not order another one after she finished I smiled inside.
Sadly that smile disappeared. as we were heading home she had me stop at Maggio's and she picked up some Grey goose vodka since all we had at my house was amaretto. It got us on the topic of why she drank and what had happened. I knew I was swimming near troubled waters with those topics, but I realize that at this point in my life, I deserve an answer on certain topics. Amazingly enough nothing bad happened and we talked about things and kinda had a tender heart to heart moment, and she apologized for being so dependent on it.
When we got home she made herself a drink, as did I, after all, when in Rome, and since I knew I wasn't driving, an Amaretto didn't sound too bad.
I continued to paint and my mother and I watched "The Producers". Not the new one, but the original with Gene Wilder. After so many years in the music business, my mother wasn't to interested in musicals. But I apparently picked a good movie. We were both laughing hysterically and joking around, and she was reminiscing on how when she was younger she remembered people LIKE some of the characters.
The night then ended shortly after the movie. I mean it was one in the morning what else would we do?
Even when I woke up this morning it was great. We had hot tea and sat by the Christmas tree. I had the high orbit holiday special going in the background and my mom started listening. We got onto a conversation about the musician, Matthew Ebell, and she listened more and then asked if she could have some of his other CD's to send to Uncle Jame's. Apparently she thinks he would make a great musician for the record company.
When we were about to head out she started taking pictures of the house and I looked at her strangely, wondering what she was doing. Her response, "I'm just so proud of you, and I wanted to take pictures to remember my wonderful visit....uh oh, my memory card is full, how do you delete pictures?" Then I spent twenty minutes trying to show her how to do that. Which worked out well.
We went and had breakfast, then said our goodbyes.
After that, things got a bit stressful.
I had to head to the school to get in the dark room to develop, and I realized that there would be traffic because of the christmas parade, but I didn't realize how much.
The I was in the darkroom for about seven or eight hours, fighting to get photos developed and only ending with three or four good ones.
I had to stop and leave because I was to the point of tears admittedly. Just so much insanity.
I headed home thinking I was going to get some rest, but apparently I got home in time for Mike to show up so we could study for finals.
So, after a few hours of that insanity I'm finally done. I'm actually probably going to go to bed soon after I finish this post, but I at least wanted to let people know that I was not dead, and that things had gone well.
good night all.
Sorry to hear that the developing and studying was so stressful. Just look on the bright side that it will be over soon enough. You just have to hang in there a little longer, before things will settle down.
Now, go have a peaceful and restful sleep, Eatter. It sounds like you truly deserve it.