There was one word that was forbidden in our house when my kids were growing up. That was the infamous B word.
Should some one say the word they were reminded that it was not allowed.
Now i find myself deep into the space where that word applies.
For the most part I am bored out of my head. I take care of the garden, I write in my journal, I sit.
Of course I should follow my own rule: “Find something to do so you are not bored.” At this age that is not as easy as it once was. I should and could be making art, but there is no fire about it. I might be writing a book, but for sure there is no fire there.
Maybe it is not about fire or fun. In art, particularly sculpture, the idea, the real creative part is the fun and quick part. The rest of the piece, up to the point you put your name on it, is just plain discipline and hard work.
So, get back to work little davy. Churn out something or other.
When Daughter 1 asked/told me we were going to her house, I asked her what she might want me to do while I was there.
Few things are worse than wanting to do something useful and not having the right tools, even though I own the right tools. So I asked.
“A simple trellis over the trumpet vine, would be great.”
I am not sure she used the word “simple” and if she did i choose not to hear it! A good trellis does not touch the wall, but sits out a foot of so. It also is hinged in such a way that it can be lowered, in case the wall needs to be painted or such.
As you can see this is getting more complex. I brought most of the right tools, and son in law had the rest, so that was OK.
But it was hot and I do not do well working very long in high heat, so it was done in bursts. By the time it was finished it was a couple hundred pounds of wood, but once in place it worked and looked just as I had envisioned.
These vines are on the west side of the kitchen. The summer sun beats against the wall raising the kitchen temp. Even an empty trellis will help cool the house.
He knows of what he speaks. I have known him since we were in college together a very long time ago. His wife was editor of the college year book and i was the photographer.
It was a summer sermon at the college, now university church. The regular pastor was on vacation as were the students. My friend had been pastor, but years ago he gave that up to be a chaplain and a professor. He is in the navy reserves as chaplain and is very high rank. He is a really good guy.
He and his wife had to daughters. After one of them graduated from college she got a summer job in Washington DC and there she was tragically and brutally murdered. She was about 22.
Not too many marriages survive that kind of thing but theirs did, and yet when he spoke about all of this he was sympathizing with his audience and if I did not know his history I would not be at all aware.
But he was right. Those who deserve to die young of horrible diseases do not, and the good go way too soon. The bright do not always inherit the kingdom, nor the good the large pension.
But what do we do? We can feel superior or we can feel neglected, but neither is really best. In spite of it all, there is a great deal of randomness in our universe. We, the good guys, do not always win.
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.