Saturday, November 29, 2008

Reflection(warning: whining ahead)


It's very quiet here in Castle Marius this morning. It's cool enough that the ever running fans are silent. The Child-O-The-Apocalypse is at her grandparents, and even the usual post-breakfast feline house trashing is over. The only sounds are the bubbling of the cats' water dispenser, and the ticking of the bathroom clock. And in this relative silence I find myself pondering the events of the past six months or so. I know that death and sickness are the natural consequences of life, but I somehow thought there would be another twenty years or so before I would have to grapple with those particular horsemen. Thursday, as you all know, was Thanksgiving here in the states, so as soon as Mrs. Marius got off work we piled into our remaining vehicle and went South. Four hours later we dropped the CoA off at her grandparents' and went to see my folks. I had intended to cook dinner for my parents, a plan I had hatched before my mom took ill, but several people descended upon them ere I could arrive and gifted them with enough turkey, stuffing, and other traditional dishes that all we needed to do was show up and help warm the plates. All things considered my mom looks well. She has put on a bit of weight since I saw her in the hospital, and the radiation treatments did not rob her of all her hair. She is very weak, however, and has little to no appetite. So dinner was shared by my dad, wife, and me. Hercules, the Shi-tzu puppy that is the newest addition to the household, was oblivious to the dampened spirits at the table, and it was a tasty, if not overly festive meal. After dinner was cleared we visited for a while longer, but soon everyone was yawning, and we left to go back to the In-Law's for pie and sleep.
Yesterday my wife and her mother braved the sales of Black Friday, and I even went out to get some shoes. All too soon, however, it was time to come home as Mrs. Marius was only able to get one day off. So now I sit in a dark, chilly, nearly silent house and try my best not to succumb to the cloying tendrils of woe that beckon just beyond my periphery. Perhaps this will help: Dear Santa, I have been a very good boy this year, and would really like it if you could kindly ask the universe to stop kicking us in the balls...just for a little while.

Sorry for the bummer of a post, and I hope none of you actually read this. There just seems to be something cathartic about posting my sorrows. It's almost like an emotional ipecac. I've been bottling this up for a while now, not wanting to unload on you all, my wonderful intertube friends. And don't worry, I'm sure before long there will be some news story that sets me off, or another Star Trek tidbit that stokes my outrage furnace anew, and The Corner will be a fun place again.


At least I really hope so.

Marius

8 comments:

Alysoun said...

friends aren't only around to share the good stuff with...if we will not be around and listen to you when it's rough and hard and even ugly..what good are we?
Your request for a moratorium on balls-kicking is now written on a candle that is burning on the stove.

Much love and hugs,
Alysoun

C.L.J. said...

"Shared sorrow is lessened,
shared joy is increased:
thus we refute Entropy."
- Spider Robinson

Monkey said...

Sending warm wishes your way. You have every right to be bummed and this is the great place to express those feelings.
Bring on whatever is really happening. We heart you.

flurrious said...

So, I've just been staring at this blank comment box for, like, five minutes, trying to think of something to say that would serve as a virtual hug without resorting to that thing where I type your name surrounded by a bunch of parentheses.

In any event, we can certainly deal with whichever way you choose to deal right now, so feel free to unload when you have to and also to not talk about it when you don't want to. Your house, your rules.

Turtle said...

Hey... stupid! We're your friends. We're here for you to unload upon. That's what friends do. I was going to quote Spider Robinson, but CLJ beat me to it. It's true. Shared pain is lessened. It helps to unburden yourself. That's why friends have shoulders. They help you carry your load. Don't ever apologize for using your blog to unwind and vent, and don't hesitate, either.

Marius said...

Ok, for some reason I always get a speck of dust or something in my eye when I read these comments.

Thanks. :-)

Stinkypaw said...

Never appologize for sharing, that's what blends are for! At least this one is! ;-)

Sending you good thoughts (for what they're worth) & big virtual hugs.

celebhith said...

Yeah, what Alysoun said. . . we're here for the good, the bad and the ugly! I will send my wishes to the universe that the ball-kicking cease as well. Needless to say (but I'll say it anyway), I'm here if you need me.