Back in Massachusetts for the holiday. It's nice to be back and see friends and family. Heh, but driving around town I remember one of the glaring reasons I left in the first place: people in Massachusetts are probably the worst drivers in the US. Unless it's Providence.
Well, the trip out here was quite the adventure. I left from Michigan around 7:30, and it was no big deal: it was sunny and cold. But no sooner than I'd crossed the border into Canada I realized that it was still sunny but there was snow on the ground. Interesting... Fifteen minutes later! Find myself driving right into a blizzard! Must have been 6 to 12 inches of snow covering everything in a total white out. It took me one hour and two detours just to drive 15 miles, according to the trip meter. But once I was finally out of that mess, which surprisingly didn't take long, I was in the clear until I reached central New York, near Utica. Then the snows whipped up again. By that time my windshield washer fluid was frozen, which it still is, and my windshield was filthy. Took care of that at fuel up.
Got back to the wide rolling hills of my hometown around 10:30 and, on the advice of friends, decided to surprise my fambleh. Heh, they were surprised. My grandmother's all right, apart from her memory. Short-term is more or less shot; past memories are getting mixed in with the present. What is most challenging about it is the fact that she's very talkative, so questions often get asked--and answered--several times within seconds. But it's an interesting challenge. I notice that she seems her sharpest during the day and her mind responds best to music. I come from a family of musicians, singers, entertainers, including my grandmother, and when I broke out my old keyboard and let her play it, I observed that her playing skill was the same as it had been when I was little: rusty, but capable of being redeveloped. This is great. A friend I'd spoken to just before I left for vacation expressed an interest in music therapy. That might be something I'd also like to persue.
But it is frustrating...
I can tell that today I've spent too much time online. Yep. Soon I should get off this thing. Though it's been a while since I've really been able to surf the net, I realize there's actually not much I need to do on the computer. And sitting in front of a computer all day is also frustrating.
To be perfectly honest, I really can't wait to get back to Michigan. Though things are on the surface not ideal there, I'm not too poor that I can't pay bills, and my social life is becoming more rich and interesting by degrees. While in Michigan I've had opportunities to really look at myself, I've corrected a lot of negative thought patterns, gotten involved with the theatre, music, and photography, and participated to some small degree in the political process. Things are looking up out there. It makes me feel sad, though, that I don't mind almost closing the door on my home state of Massachusetts. Guess I just don't like it here, or something.
And that encourages my cynical side to bloom.
Well, I'll be back in Michigan soon, and that makes me happyish.
Well, the trip out here was quite the adventure. I left from Michigan around 7:30, and it was no big deal: it was sunny and cold. But no sooner than I'd crossed the border into Canada I realized that it was still sunny but there was snow on the ground. Interesting... Fifteen minutes later! Find myself driving right into a blizzard! Must have been 6 to 12 inches of snow covering everything in a total white out. It took me one hour and two detours just to drive 15 miles, according to the trip meter. But once I was finally out of that mess, which surprisingly didn't take long, I was in the clear until I reached central New York, near Utica. Then the snows whipped up again. By that time my windshield washer fluid was frozen, which it still is, and my windshield was filthy. Took care of that at fuel up.
Got back to the wide rolling hills of my hometown around 10:30 and, on the advice of friends, decided to surprise my fambleh. Heh, they were surprised. My grandmother's all right, apart from her memory. Short-term is more or less shot; past memories are getting mixed in with the present. What is most challenging about it is the fact that she's very talkative, so questions often get asked--and answered--several times within seconds. But it's an interesting challenge. I notice that she seems her sharpest during the day and her mind responds best to music. I come from a family of musicians, singers, entertainers, including my grandmother, and when I broke out my old keyboard and let her play it, I observed that her playing skill was the same as it had been when I was little: rusty, but capable of being redeveloped. This is great. A friend I'd spoken to just before I left for vacation expressed an interest in music therapy. That might be something I'd also like to persue.
But it is frustrating...
I can tell that today I've spent too much time online. Yep. Soon I should get off this thing. Though it's been a while since I've really been able to surf the net, I realize there's actually not much I need to do on the computer. And sitting in front of a computer all day is also frustrating.
To be perfectly honest, I really can't wait to get back to Michigan. Though things are on the surface not ideal there, I'm not too poor that I can't pay bills, and my social life is becoming more rich and interesting by degrees. While in Michigan I've had opportunities to really look at myself, I've corrected a lot of negative thought patterns, gotten involved with the theatre, music, and photography, and participated to some small degree in the political process. Things are looking up out there. It makes me feel sad, though, that I don't mind almost closing the door on my home state of Massachusetts. Guess I just don't like it here, or something.
And that encourages my cynical side to bloom.
Well, I'll be back in Michigan soon, and that makes me happyish.
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