Monday, August 18, 2014

My World is Small

Hey Mom,

Went to Talia's show last week - her last one before she leaves for ONU. She did very well. It was a production of the muscial 9 to 5 - she was Violet. One of the Valley's community newsletters did a write up for the show, but surprisingly, it was mostly about Talia. She must have a fan there. Here, look:



Before the show, I met Neal for dinner at a restaurant at the Northridge Mall.  I got there early, so walked around a bit.  Boy has that mall changed!  I have only seen it from the outside for the past 15 or so years and knew things had changed inside, but it is very different.  I also realized that I recognized only a handful of stores inside.

I was thinking - when was the last time I actually strolled through a mall?  I checked out the Mall of American when MLA was in Minnesota, but that was 3 years ago and I don't even remember the time before that.  There were a couple of times when I needed a specific store at a mall - but I went to them directly.  So, my shopping consists of Costco, grocery store, and occasionally Target.  The mall made me feel old and out of touch.  My typical shopping pattern - or at least thinking of it - made me feel that my world was very small.  As I thought of the rest of my life, my entire world felt small. It took me a while to figure out what made me feel that way Shopping was just one aspect of that, but I'm not much of a shopper, so it is not the shopping. I think it was the out-of-touch feel of not recognizing the current "pop culture" or trends that were there.  But it was an odd realization to feel so out of place,and out of time.  I know, easy to say, change it if you don't like that.  However, I'm not ready to do that quite yet.  It is very hard for an introvert to do that and I just don't have the energy (or the desire yet) to make that change.

My world was a little bigger when you were here, sure wish you were still here.

Its just me.

Tuesday, August 5, 2014

Let me complain a bit ...

I know, somehow, if you were here, you would find a way to make this more bearable. Louie has been missing for nearly 2 weeks now and I don't think I'll ever find him. After how many years of reminding Charlie to be sure the screen was covered by the shutters, he once again didn't, and Louie opened the screen. I tried so hard to move Charlie out - he has been drinking constantly - he just wouldn't go. I briefly considered calling the PERT team but the last time I did that it was simply horrible, so that really wasn't an option. So, I had no choice but to let him stay. And, because of that, his daughter and nephews got to see him at his drunken best. They really wanted to come down and see Grandma's room - maybe sit in there among her things - but a drunken father/uncle and his mess made that impossible. In hindsight, I'm wishing I had called 911 - I would still have my cat and the kids would have had a much better visit. It has been a really miserable few months lately. Can you see - does it get better or am I stuck in this mess?