Family stuff
Grandma is out of the hospital. It was touch and go there for a while and she did have a minor heart attack while there. I know she's 92 and gonna die eventually but, It's been dreadful every time the phone rings cuz I've been worried I'm gonna answer only to hear my Grandmother is dead.
My Grandma took care of me for many years growing up in Anaheim. They only lived a few blocks away. We'd play kings in the corner and she'd tell me stories about growing up in a much a different world (Canada) and long dead ancestors; the Hobenstiens and, the Bouges. While they weren't as cool as Grandpa's war stories, it did help me get a sense of family (1/4 of it anyway). Ultimately I walk my own path and we still see the world a bit differently. Her stories and gentile guidance helped me develop into the person I am today. But she's home now and very much alive. Making for a much less stressful Holiday season. She'll be back on her feet and shouting out orders to Grandpa in no time.
Ok this may sound cheesy but, tomorrow is one of my favorite parts of the season. I have my gloves ready and my knife sharpened. Tomorrow is the day my Dad and I go out and hunt for the perfect X-mess tree. We don't talk much and have almost nothing in common but, this is the one day where none of that matters. Whether it's as special to him as it is to me, I have no idea. It might be. At least I get to do stuff with my Dad. It's very mundane but, it means a lot to me.
I still haven't written to Jordan yet and she's almost out of treatment. I feel somewhat responsible as a role model but, what can I say, I'm a fucking drug addict. That doesn't excuse it but, I do still harbor a bit of guilt. I'm just not that good at mentoring and have proven to be a bad example time and time again. Even Pete still blames many of his faults on me. Oh well.. it's best not to dwell on such things.
My Grandma took care of me for many years growing up in Anaheim. They only lived a few blocks away. We'd play kings in the corner and she'd tell me stories about growing up in a much a different world (Canada) and long dead ancestors; the Hobenstiens and, the Bouges. While they weren't as cool as Grandpa's war stories, it did help me get a sense of family (1/4 of it anyway). Ultimately I walk my own path and we still see the world a bit differently. Her stories and gentile guidance helped me develop into the person I am today. But she's home now and very much alive. Making for a much less stressful Holiday season. She'll be back on her feet and shouting out orders to Grandpa in no time.
Ok this may sound cheesy but, tomorrow is one of my favorite parts of the season. I have my gloves ready and my knife sharpened. Tomorrow is the day my Dad and I go out and hunt for the perfect X-mess tree. We don't talk much and have almost nothing in common but, this is the one day where none of that matters. Whether it's as special to him as it is to me, I have no idea. It might be. At least I get to do stuff with my Dad. It's very mundane but, it means a lot to me.
I still haven't written to Jordan yet and she's almost out of treatment. I feel somewhat responsible as a role model but, what can I say, I'm a fucking drug addict. That doesn't excuse it but, I do still harbor a bit of guilt. I'm just not that good at mentoring and have proven to be a bad example time and time again. Even Pete still blames many of his faults on me. Oh well.. it's best not to dwell on such things.