Part I Things Got Worser
After nearly 20 years of writing this bullshit, I still don’t consider myself a writer. Mostly because I have zero formal training as one, and often, my posts are an unintelligible scrambled mess of thoughts. So, to say I have “writer’s block” sounds stupid, but I really have been at a loss for words this week, and I have tried writing this post about 4 times. Mostly because the past week has been a whirlwind of travel and, unfortunately, more sadness.
It started well enough last Saturday when I was up at 6 AM and out the door for the nearly 7-hour drive to my recently deceased father’s house to start loading a dumpster full of junk from his house with my siblings and family. I would then stay with my father-in-law that night and return to my dad’s for more dumstering the next day.
Finally, I was back home in Michigan late Monday afternoon with sore muscles, a literal pain in the neck, and trying to come down from nearly 14 hours of driving within 3 days.
A couple hours after dinner I was exhausted and ready for bed and stopped in Wifey’s TV room to say goodnight and apologize for being a tired crank-puss since arriving home.
I opened the door to The Ratz Nest, and Wifey was on the phone with tears streaming down her face. It was a doctor calling from back in Pennslyvania, telling her that her mother had just passed away from a heart attack in the personal care facility she stayed at, and they couldn’t get in touch with her father to let him know.
Late 2024/early 2025 continues to ramble on like a tank on fire.
Wifey was up at 4 AM Tuesday and out the door at 5 to get to her father’s house to be with him and help him with planning. Brennan and I will be leaving Thursday morning to get to the viewing and eulogy service at the funeral home.
If my neck and spinal cord don’t explode from my second drive to PA within a week, I’ll be leaving Friday morning so Brennan can get back to school to continue editing his final capstone film project before graduation in May. Thank the dogs above B can do some of the driving ’cause I’m spent, and the idea of driving another 870 miles round trip is not something I was prepared to do again so soon, BUT you do what you gotta do.
Part II: Not Too Much At All About Nothing
I had a bit too much to do on Tuesday and was still exhausted, so a lumber was not in the cards, but I was able to get out on Wednesday for my first lumber since last Friday before coming home to get organized for the coming trip back to PA, and make it to an afternoon appointment.
It felt great to be back in the woods and get 5.32 miles in my feetz. It also helped loosen up my neck, which is still bothering me from Monday’s drive.
Right now, I just want to see Wifey and her family, give them some hugs and do what I can for them. Then hopefully get to spring without anymore loved ones dying.
Later.