now and then, revisited

March 17, 2012 § 1 Comment

an excerpt from now and then:

My mother too is docent. Keeper of the records in our museum, she balances the books again and again one last time. She’s been able, as is her undertaking, to pull the extraordinary from the mire, and what was once such an onerous task, pleases her now. Out of breath, from running up the stairs to the phone, she calls me, to tell me the news from old clippings. “When you live with things day to day,” she says, “the extraordinary and the ordinary merge. It was hard to see,” she says, “how truly great were the things that people did.”

Story tellers ourselves, we’d come to hear for the last time the stories told again and again.

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the house on the hill

April 29, 2011 § Leave a comment

It was very straightforward, but every leg of the way was roundabout. There were so many layers and choices, just for a trip up the road to a friend’s house. A friend’s house up the road. Entirely accurate, and just the same misleading enough to send you off in quite the wrong direction.
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the doggle of it all

October 25, 2006 § Leave a comment

not being an adult child of a wastenot wantnot upbringing i’m left nevertheless with the feeling of not wanting to waste the hardwon wisdom gained and gleaned of having been party to and part of this the ongoing sterwarding of asit turns out notonly OurMother in her transiting years but ahyes the legacy and concept of family…and some of what it distills down to starts taking shape…

the when of it all

the why should i of it all

the what of it all

decisions and decision making

the poa and team

the executor and team

on the team and/or off the team

the family

the community

(and ah yes those pesky) feelings

the overarching pr-oh-cess



family defaults (wow there’s at tleast a triple header i never intended)

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October 22, 2006 § 2 Comments

it was in the end a thing of beauty…the party night of our house taking down passing on moving out cotillion on a blustery winter night

in the middle of october for crying out loud and wasn’t our timing just right for moving out for getting out for alliealie in free wow and everyone is coming along nicely in the figuring it all out department–one wonders what one will do with all this context specific wisdom…write a how to book or perhaps contrive a reality tv progrm, oh yes there we go…

so we gave little party favors to all who came

but fact is it all came together in the end and much of the legacy was passed on to a youngster in the our her community of chosen kin, the daughter of one her dearest friends who is just buying a house…and the piano guys came slicker than slick and the guy who finally agreed to take the stair chair and other household aids had a partner who lived around the corner who came to pick all the stuff up for crying out loud again and we sold books and best of all left the rest of them there at the store who will then pass them on to some hospital charity sale

and then all of a sudden it–the house selling selling sold done–all came to an end, the end

and i flew home

wow what a concept

and she, ourmother, is transiting my natal sun

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reflection on a sunday afternoon

October 2, 2006 § 2 Comments

life goes on

October 1, 2006 § 1 Comment

how is your mother now he asks now that you’re not there, better i say, i think she’s happy to not be nailed down in one place, she was done with me two days before i left, not up to the expectations that just our being there represents, truth be told…i’ll need to practice leaving her alone

i hate that picture he says, the one with the tongues, it’s a classic picture of dementing he says, not cute at all…

i suppose this one is the fairest of them all, so to speak…

and this speaks to the distance we’ve covered, wow

meanwhile i’m preparing for a reading and a trip to mobile; i’m one of the lucky ones who will be in marge piercy’s master class, i’m excited as hell since she’s one of my favorite writers and then it’s straight back to The Peg one last time to clear out the house and then i guess i get some measure of my life back…wow…

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speaking in tongues

September 26, 2006 § 1 Comment

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