I even remember a friend of mine posting how he stayed up until midnight on New Year's Eve - just to be sure that 2011 would actually end. Yes, it was that bad of a year. Dad died last year, along with my favorite uncle, Jim. Work continued along as it had all year - less than what I would like it to be as far as "job satisfaction" ratings go. Maybe that category is over rated.
Anyhow, my blog title reflects what used to be - my flying every week for work - and since about the summer of 2010 that is no longer the case. So, maybe I will change the title; maybe not - but for now let's just say that I have missed my writing about the travel I used to do for work, missing the Betty and the dogs at home, when I was working in a job that used to be so rewarding. Now, I work from home and all that implies. So, as I now sit at this computer and create content for work, my day mostly consists of watching my dogs look out of the window and fight for the prime spot resting on my feet under the keyboard. Therefore, I will get back to writing this blog and posting about Thoughts from three feet up.
Vascular dementia. This is 2012's gift to our family thus far along with the death of my favorite Uncle Jim's wife, my Aunt Jo, all in just 34 days. My sweet mother-in-law, who loves me because I love her daughter now has been officially diagnosed with vascular dementia. She started "slowing down" and not remembering the usual things last year and it has only continued to get worse. My Betty is trying her best - and has been trying her best to figure out what is wrong with Mom for months now.
Trips back and forth to the country to drag her Mom to one doctor after another, worrying all the time, and finally taking over the family's finances now fills her days. Well, that and also putting up with my BS, which used to be her full time job! Those of you who know someone with dementia understand how truly heartbreaking this is - watching someone who used to be so happy, and full of life to slowly stop talking at all. This isn't alzheimer's - she knows who I am and what is going on around her. But, she just can't talk about it any longer and it can't be fixed, as we say in Texas. We met the in-laws for dinner last week, and as soon as Mae saw me a BIG smile came over her face, and we hugged a long time. I know that she is still in there - but dammit, I won't get to hear her tell me about it again. I have been hesitant to open that last jar of corn chowder that she made just for me because I know that no more jars will be coming.
So, 2012 - listen up! You had better get your act together and deliver us something good in the next 10 months or we are going to be showing you the door like we did to your older brother, 2011 - and we may not wait for the ball to drop to move on down the road.
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