Life, man... it's complicated, what can I say
I haven't been ignoring LJ so much as finding it hard to come here and think about how to consolidate and communicate the small ways I've been overwhelmed by my immediate reality for this past six months.
Also, I'm at a loss as to how to upload photos here, and when words come hard photos always work.
Nothing else utterly tragic has happened, except for the apparent crumbling of my son's marriage and his return to the SE bedroom in my cluttered residence, with the bonus of having my toddler grandson Walt here for dinner three or four nights a week, two of which follow whole days of him being here. He is as dear, sweet, charming and handsome as a blue-eyed ginger 19 month old can be, and he deserves less damaged adults than the hand he's been dealt.
I wish I could show you a picture.
This evening he and I got way too much time to work on communicating our mutual needs and expectations when his dad's car slid off my fucking impossible driveway a little in the utterly unnecessary snow which fell today. I think we did OK- we ended up looking through photos on Facebook of my first-cousin-once-removed's visit to Japan so his little girls' grandparents could spend time with them, and talking about how the littlest one, who is from February to May older than Walter, was someone he would see for a long time, and also how, when he has a bad cold in November, so did she, and she got so sick she had to get a nebulizer with a dragon face on it so it didn't hurt to breathe, but that now she was well and could get in a big airplane and fly across the ocean to Japan.
I have a Christmas tree up, and lights outside, and lots of presents for Walt although I've sort of failed here and there on other people.
Merry Christmas to you all, Happy New Years, let us all persist in making our lives and our arts and our being as perfect as we can stand.
Julia, with love and nostalgia for when this came easily.
Also, I'm at a loss as to how to upload photos here, and when words come hard photos always work.
Nothing else utterly tragic has happened, except for the apparent crumbling of my son's marriage and his return to the SE bedroom in my cluttered residence, with the bonus of having my toddler grandson Walt here for dinner three or four nights a week, two of which follow whole days of him being here. He is as dear, sweet, charming and handsome as a blue-eyed ginger 19 month old can be, and he deserves less damaged adults than the hand he's been dealt.
I wish I could show you a picture.
This evening he and I got way too much time to work on communicating our mutual needs and expectations when his dad's car slid off my fucking impossible driveway a little in the utterly unnecessary snow which fell today. I think we did OK- we ended up looking through photos on Facebook of my first-cousin-once-removed's visit to Japan so his little girls' grandparents could spend time with them, and talking about how the littlest one, who is from February to May older than Walter, was someone he would see for a long time, and also how, when he has a bad cold in November, so did she, and she got so sick she had to get a nebulizer with a dragon face on it so it didn't hurt to breathe, but that now she was well and could get in a big airplane and fly across the ocean to Japan.
I have a Christmas tree up, and lights outside, and lots of presents for Walt although I've sort of failed here and there on other people.
Merry Christmas to you all, Happy New Years, let us all persist in making our lives and our arts and our being as perfect as we can stand.
Julia, with love and nostalgia for when this came easily.