I’m not sure at all about how this evolved, but it seems I am of late being led through life by events rather than my own inclinations. It’s not the same as when something major happens, such as Robert’s first leg break. Then it was obvious I had to focus on tending to him for the ten days before surgery when his bones were shattered and any movement was extremely painful. And that’s what I wanted to do. I suppose my biggest contribution was going to the orthopedic center, dressed all nicely, speaking with my most correct grammar, doing my impersonation of a nice person and getting long-acting oxycontin and break-through pain percocet. (Don’t rob us . . . we no longer have it)
And urinal duty . . . and setting up a bed in the living room under the air conditioning vent and close to the TV.
Now that was an event, but I still had my personal time; I still had some choice in when I would do chores. I was still AmeliaJake. Lately, I have the feeling I am constantly having to hold onto my “A” or am calling out, “Leave my Jake alone. Stop tugging on my “m” . . . Sometimes I know I am thinking, “I know I have three “a’s”, but you can’t have one; I need all of them.”
I don’t think I’m whining; I think I’m befuddled. What the heck is going on here? Where is there a lever in the wrong position or a short in the system? Why can’t I find it?
This weekend, on a whim, I engineered putting up red, white and blue lights in the backyard and setting out many tiki torches. Maybe I need to put the torches in a circle, sit in the middle and chant . . . and ceremonially call forth the renewal of spirit. It could be I’ll need drums . . .