I am very tired tonight—both physically and emotionally. The day did not being with such low expectations. It was relatively late morning before my mother and I left Scottsdale headed for California for the long weekend. It was a passage that gave me new insights into my family’s history—from my mother’s point of view. It was enlightening and sad to hear the events that speckle my family record on my mother’s side. My dad’s side is equally tragic.
I survived nonetheless and even got some work done upon arrival in Riverside. I was late for an appointment with Penny and that began the domino effect that set everything behind schedule, which is a formula for unnecessary stress on my part—I don’t like being or running late. We tried our best to make the appointment through Friday afternoon traffic to an unknown location but without eventual success. We had to turn around and go home without resolving the issue we had traveled in order to solve.
In the meantime the plans for a family gathering in Rosarito, Baja California were unraveling due to some miscommunication and a shortcoming in pre-planning. It took a while to make the arrangements that needed to be made, but by then the plans had been delayed until tomorrow after church. Family dynamics are both a joy and a challenge. I wouldn’t trade them for anyone else’s, but they certainly test your mettle on a chaotic Friday afternoon. I am sure I was not at my best today. There will be some fences to mend.
I know I will recapture my anticipation for the events of the weekend, at this moment I am just tired and a bit beat up. I am hungry too! There were slim pickings today in the eating department—and not by choice but by circumstance and timing. Hey, maybe that is why I am feeling sluggish. Perhaps it’s just the back end of a very challenging week. Or my bio-rhythms are on the ebb—who knows! Sabbath is here and I am with Penny. Tomorrow I will be surrounded by my children and my grandchildren. Good is good. I’m not feeling so bad anymore. (228.8)
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