Morning Ritual

The urge to write seems to always come over me, as I sit upstairs, while Mom has her breakfast. I suppose the first few posts, should be explanatory in nature, because they won't make much sense otherwise. Then too, who in the hell is going to go to the first posts, to find out this stuff? Kind of a conundrum isn't it?

That is one thing about using my own blog, I can add a page outside the loop, that has all this stuff, which doesn't seem to be available here, so bear with me. Not a novice, but this is rather a basic program.

Truth is, I am 54, married legally to a great guy, and we both live with my 91 year old mother. I am her primary care giver, or whatever term you want to call it. It is one reason why I work online, as really, she can't be left alone for long periods.

David works now, in an auto repair place, but he used to work for an Indonesian Import firm, that is, well on its way out of business. No, not due to the economy, but due to the stupidity of the owner. Least that is our view, but hell, we seem out of step on what is proper, what isn't, these days.

Truth of the matter is, this is my life these days. And I have to say, it gives one a new perspective on life, too, when you have to look after someone who is ninety one, and whose health is failing. It is especially hard, considering the closeness between yourself, and that person.

Death is so final, and yet, if you believe in GOD, you are supposed to accept that in reality, death is not final. A contradiction, of common sense, and yet a matter of faith.

Unlike my other blogs, this is about today, about not the sexual aspect of our life, or mine either, but about just living in this ever changing world, that we are on. I don't pretend to have the answers, or to claim to be right about what I say, but I do believe it is worth exploring, worth mentioning, if for no other reason, than to just vent, in order to cope.