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Note to Self: The Highway
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A story of losing lucidity and gaining clarity. Wednesday, February 3, 2010. I can do this. I am totally prepared. I am visualizing the plane flight going smoothly, Dad is asleep in the chair next to me. He stays asleep the entire flight, Cairey and I are toasting over glasses of Chardonnay from plastic cups. Everything is normal. Everything goes according to plan. 8220;Teen, I insist, this is what I’m good at. This is what I live for.”. 8220;Do you mind driving? 8220;Take another half.”. 8220;No, I̵...
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Note to Self: The Fading
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A story of losing lucidity and gaining clarity. Friday, April 23, 2010. I find the door to his room unlocked, which is a new thing. The room smells of Barbasol and cranberry candles, the ones Stephany insisted Dad would use when Lois came by for romantic evenings. In reality these evenings never occurred, and the candles have collected dust around their virgin wicks, bases still wrapped in decorative raffia. In faded calligraphy the labels read Brazilian Passion. 8221; He reaches out to touch my hair.
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Note to Self: November 2008
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A story of losing lucidity and gaining clarity. Sunday, November 23, 2008. It’s snowing today. Big flakes, the kind that delicately dance and pause on your coat like ivory butterflies. I catch one on my black leather glove and study the pattern. It doesn’t last long enough for me to make out its perfect symmetry. Do they worry about doing right by their parents? Where are we going for New Year's? Does my Rolex need a shine? I pass a stranger on the way in. He looks to be my father’s age and he ...It̵...
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Note to Self: March 2008
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A story of losing lucidity and gaining clarity. Thursday, March 20, 2008. I looked too tan. My dangly earrings were too bohemian. I looked all together too. Relaxed and it bothered me. The last impression I wanted to make was that of a jet-setter fresh off the shores of East Hampton. Especially while my dad was stuck back in Michigan in that stale little box they call his nursing home. This was Manhattan after all. 90% of my closet was black. They were an odd couple. Beyond their down-to-earthiness a...
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Note to Self: August 2008
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A story of losing lucidity and gaining clarity. Tuesday, August 26, 2008. As always, my trip felt too short. There was never enough time to get it all done. There were always so many requests, so many adjustments, so many to-dos that I never left my father and returned to New York feeling a sense off accomplishment. So I adopted his habit of keeping lists on his behalf- And they never seemed to get any shorter. I had 45 minutes to say goodbye to dad before heading to the airport. I dropped half the bed a...
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Enjoy the Journey!: December 2008
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Saturday, December 27, 2008. Yes, we're late. Had to learn the dance, which took 3 hours, then he taught me the dance, which took three days, and then we tried to teach Dad the dance . it would be 3 weeks to learn it! So, that's why he isn't dancing most of the time. Look at my second post for our dance 6. Linda, Mom and Granny. Send your own ElfYourself. Linda, Mom and Granny. Wednesday, December 3, 2008. Another Day, another dollar. Well, maybe more than that. First thing Tuesday, Bob said to the docto...
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