Well, Dad was going to come down tonight, to take me back to New York for the Art Garden, but a big snowstorm is coming, and so he needs to stay put until it passes, so he can plow out the driveway (What's the big deal, you ask? Well, for starters, the driveway is unpaved, and 1/5 of a mile long -- little more than a narrow dirt track threading between big trees... For seconds, the wheelchair van does not have snow tires)... so, he'll be driving down here on Thursday, we'll drive back Friday, and the performance is Saturday... makes things tight at that end, but more relaxed at this one... I feel bad for Dad, though.. he says he can handle it, but these long drives are getting harder and harder on him...
He's still doing well, but he's getting older (he'll be 77 in Feb), and his mortality is showing...at least to me, even if he doesn't feel it, himself ... and he's the last really close family I have... I have cousins, but I never grew up with them, and they're more strangers to me than the friends I've met online... and besides, they're all far away... so, for that matter are my friends online...
Most of my days and minutes, I'm really happy -- even my nightmares leave me laughing when I wake up, 3 out of 4 times -- but there are moments when I feel a bit like Eloise, when she was contemplating the loss of Sweetheart (a plot detail from The Third Annual Pro-Fun Hoedown, for those who don't know.): my friends are dear to me and I'm blessed to have them in my life, but I'm without a TARDIS, and can't be with them....
Okay, I'd better stop. I was in a good mood when I started this post, but I seem to be digging a hole for myself....
Later, ever' buddy!
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