The air conditioner went back on, I was hoping that the season had passed.
I went up to the Pocono mountains to visit my aunt with my father a few weeks ago. She is 92 and I have never seen her happy. I think of all the opportunities and choices she made, the guideposts she relied on to live her life. Where did all that pain and misery come from?
My mother flipped out on me last week. I haven’t spoken to her since. She really made quite a stir and then became overly dramatic when I didn’t budge. I had to come to a difficult conclusion: she loves me as a mother is expected to, but she doesn’t like me.
It reminds me of an old boyfriend. I climbed into bed in a sexy nightgown and he reached for an electronic device and began interacting with the alternate nebulous reality. To some everything always looks better “out there”. The could be and would be are temptations which erode the *is*.
I wish people knew the secret: let go of tomorrow and yesterday.
We have just now…that is all we ever really have. I can’t say it enough.
I’m going to call my mom, she really hurt me, but festering, brooding and “should haves” is not living.