04-22-2014, 09:29 AM
I'm as ok as to be expected.
A bit of advice for those of you still headed here - figure out how many death certs you need. You must use originals, not copies. Looks like we'll need 15-20 of them. However now in CA, you don't get a discount if you buy them all at the same time anymore. It's $12 per, and it's just easier to process all at once. A
Friday Kung Fu was great for venting. We did some controlled light contact free sparring and my partner was this 17 year old kid, young, bright, serious and in great physical shape. But he hasn't really sparred before and doesn't have much of a game, so it was pretty easy to get the best of him. It wasn't in a harmful vitriolic way - I like the kid a lot and hope he excels in the art. In fact, it's sort of this weird game with him and me - should I tell him his weaknesses so he can improve more quickly (at which point he'll be able to kick my ass because he's quicker, stronger, more flexible and all those sorts of things young men are) or should I just continue to exploit his weaknesses until he figures it out? My inclination is the latter, at least for now.
Sat was the anchor tour - lucky 13. I only shared news of my dad's passing to a few of my more intimate friends, as I was one of the main hosts, so needed to keep the party rolling. There were three new beers - a lot for Anchor in just one year. The Saison is a seasonal flavored with lemongrass and ginger. It reminded me of a high end Belgium beer and was my choice for the night. There was a maple, which tasted faintly of maple and didn't do that much for me. There was also a new IPA which was good, but I'm not really much of an IPA man and have been rejecting the high hop trend in microbrewing nowadays. Unfortunately, given my mood, adjusting to the new bp med tenoretic, and an open bar, I lost count of those damn saisons and way overdid it, which left me puking out the car window on the way home. I had a designated driver and the rest of the car riders were sympathetic, heck, they were part of my psych jedi-nite-krew, so it was very purgative. But my body still hurts, that strange after-barfing bruising from the inside that pokes me when I cough.
Sunday - easter - me, T and the pom went to visit my mom so they could dye eggs. It's been a ritual since T was a baby - something mom and T continue to share and seemed was especially important now, even tho it was a day late so I couldn't play easter bunny and hide eggs (T caught on to that long ago of course, but we maintained the ritual until last year). It was very peaceful and relaxing. After working all day, S picked up T and took her home, and I chatted with my mom and helped her with the first load of giving my dad's clothes away to charity as there was a pick-up this morning. She asks me if I want anything, but my dad's cloths are really funky and old, nothing I'd ever wear - maybe an aloha shirt - but some of the stuff is just absurd. I see now why my own sense of fashion is so fucked up. After my mom went to bed, I watched Enter the Dragon, a movie I know by heart like MP and the Holy Grail, and reflected on all the great kung fu movies my dad and I used to watch together. I remember my dad's satisfied grin after we saw a good one like EtD.
Both my mom and I let go a lot when my dad went into hospice, so the transition is easier. It still gets me of course, and surely will for some time to come. Writing this out is good therapy, although it does make me misty. Work is ok - i haven't stabbed anyone yet - and i've arranged for a week of telecommuting for the most part.
Thanks for reading.
A bit of advice for those of you still headed here - figure out how many death certs you need. You must use originals, not copies. Looks like we'll need 15-20 of them. However now in CA, you don't get a discount if you buy them all at the same time anymore. It's $12 per, and it's just easier to process all at once. A
Friday Kung Fu was great for venting. We did some controlled light contact free sparring and my partner was this 17 year old kid, young, bright, serious and in great physical shape. But he hasn't really sparred before and doesn't have much of a game, so it was pretty easy to get the best of him. It wasn't in a harmful vitriolic way - I like the kid a lot and hope he excels in the art. In fact, it's sort of this weird game with him and me - should I tell him his weaknesses so he can improve more quickly (at which point he'll be able to kick my ass because he's quicker, stronger, more flexible and all those sorts of things young men are) or should I just continue to exploit his weaknesses until he figures it out? My inclination is the latter, at least for now.
Sat was the anchor tour - lucky 13. I only shared news of my dad's passing to a few of my more intimate friends, as I was one of the main hosts, so needed to keep the party rolling. There were three new beers - a lot for Anchor in just one year. The Saison is a seasonal flavored with lemongrass and ginger. It reminded me of a high end Belgium beer and was my choice for the night. There was a maple, which tasted faintly of maple and didn't do that much for me. There was also a new IPA which was good, but I'm not really much of an IPA man and have been rejecting the high hop trend in microbrewing nowadays. Unfortunately, given my mood, adjusting to the new bp med tenoretic, and an open bar, I lost count of those damn saisons and way overdid it, which left me puking out the car window on the way home. I had a designated driver and the rest of the car riders were sympathetic, heck, they were part of my psych jedi-nite-krew, so it was very purgative. But my body still hurts, that strange after-barfing bruising from the inside that pokes me when I cough.
Sunday - easter - me, T and the pom went to visit my mom so they could dye eggs. It's been a ritual since T was a baby - something mom and T continue to share and seemed was especially important now, even tho it was a day late so I couldn't play easter bunny and hide eggs (T caught on to that long ago of course, but we maintained the ritual until last year). It was very peaceful and relaxing. After working all day, S picked up T and took her home, and I chatted with my mom and helped her with the first load of giving my dad's clothes away to charity as there was a pick-up this morning. She asks me if I want anything, but my dad's cloths are really funky and old, nothing I'd ever wear - maybe an aloha shirt - but some of the stuff is just absurd. I see now why my own sense of fashion is so fucked up. After my mom went to bed, I watched Enter the Dragon, a movie I know by heart like MP and the Holy Grail, and reflected on all the great kung fu movies my dad and I used to watch together. I remember my dad's satisfied grin after we saw a good one like EtD.
Both my mom and I let go a lot when my dad went into hospice, so the transition is easier. It still gets me of course, and surely will for some time to come. Writing this out is good therapy, although it does make me misty. Work is ok - i haven't stabbed anyone yet - and i've arranged for a week of telecommuting for the most part.
Thanks for reading.
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