Sunday, November 29, 2009

ain't no paradise here

All the Al-anon in the world didn't prepare me for when my son stated, quiet matter-of-factly, "I don't love my dad". Jaw dropped really low, I said "well, you might not like him right now, but of COURSE you love him". "No, I don't like him or love him". Heavy.

All this isn't too surprising I suppose, now that his dad has fallen off the wagon BIG TIME. Apparently, having cirrhosis and becoming legally blind, getting on welfare and moving into public housing ALL BECAUSE OF DRINKING aren't enough of a wake-up call. Apparently heavy drinking in the Housing for the Elderly and Disabled is de rigeur, after all, what else are they going to do all day besides sleep off the hangovers. Long ago, a 20+ year sober friend told me that unless this guy quit white knuckling it and get into a program, he would drink himself to death. I guess denial goes a long way, even when you look and feel like shit.

So it's now to the point of what kind of safety parameters do I put into place for my son? School parents' have commented on his dad's odd behavior at events, his reeking of alcohol, how terrible he looks. Logan told me a couple of months back, that he woke up in the middle of the night, didn't see his dad, then found him passed out in the bathtub. Logan didn't want me to tell Connor, because he didn't want to "embarrass him". It's been reported to me, and I've witnessed 1st hand his verbal shaming of his own child: Brat, baby, spoiled, mama's boy have fallen from his lips within a 10 minute span. Threats of "consequences" for the most minor infractions. Logan actually believes that his father might hurt him. He sees him as physical threat. He is still too innocent to realize the emotional abuse is far more insidious and likely.

There can't be any half steppin' on my part here. I've got to be willing to take the heat, all of it. Time to suit up in kevlar and war paint. Here I go.

Sunday, November 15, 2009

moroccan music

An acquaintance is in Morocco and can I say jealous? Aside from just the traveling aspect, I would LOVE to be there to hear all that music. A cornucopia of aural delights! those rhythms! the piercing flutes! it really stirs my heart. If I suddenly just disappear, look for me in a sufi-inspired trance, groovin in marketplace, or climbing the rocks in the desert/mountains in search of ecstasy.

Friday, November 13, 2009

and now, the car...

This morning as Logan and I headed out to the car I noticed clothes next to it. Weird. Then as I got closer, more clothes. Uh oh. Went to the driver side and someone had busted out the back window of my HHR and taken everything in the back. There had been 2 giant bags of really nice clothes that The Montessori Center had donated to me to donate to the kids at my school. Well, the thief apparently had enough time to go through all the bags and pull out exactly what they liked, leaving the rest strewn across the ground. They also stole all my giant map books, my car cleaners and my cigarette adaptor for computer, dvd etc. I am numb. First the bikes. Then the tires. Now this. I am poor and can't afford all this shit. It wears me out and makes me question the universe. While intellectually I know these things aren't personal (or are they?), after awhile, it has started to eat at my soul. What kind of karmic lesson is this? When I pay for bad decisions that I knowingly make, that's one thing. But it's starting to feel like I'm a target.

I am tired.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

Licky

Logan has finally gotten his wish of a puppy. Ladies and gentlemen...Lickypaws! He is adorable, although I'm not feeling too happy about the house training business. Anyway, Licky is a 4 month old miniature poodle. Now don't be hatin' on the poodle. This little guy is all black and has long curly hair. No stupid foo foo dog cuts in this house. No poof balls, no berets in the hair, no painted toenails. This is a boy's dog! Seriously, he will grow to about 15 pounds. Just the right size for a little kid. He already has neighborhood friends too! When I get a camera, I'll post pix.