First off – let me say that most of today was just fine. That’s why I’m only kinda pissed.
I went to my hometown during the all-school reunion festivities today, & made my first stop my parent’s house. Because, of course, I did! I’m a good daughter!
Dad was out of town, so it was just Mom and me, & we ended up wandering the town to look for Dwight Knuth, the gentleman who wrote his autobiography, & featured one of my blog posts in it. We met up with him at the school, & talked to him for a bit. It was really, very nice & he had to have a hug from us both when we parted.
We went in search of the shadow box my dad built for the school which holds my sculpture of Horton & the book, Horton Hatches an Egg, which I mentioned features my hometown in it.
See the teeny little plaque at the bottom?
Know what it says?
“Donated by the Class of 2015”.
Nothing, and I repeat…Nothing about how my DAD built that wooden box FROM SCRATCH… Nothing about how a member of the Class of 1988 created the sculpture.
Nothing about the hours of time it took my dad to handcraft each piece of this shadow box. The measuring, sanding, staining -painstaking work that he put into this piece, making sure that each shelf fit perfectly into the enclosure, and would hold up over the years.
This is not a “company-made” piece…this is a hand made, one-of-a-kind piece of artwork.
But no one knows that, because my dad is too humble to ever push himself forward in that manner. He’ll never tell anyone about the work he put into it.
Just that the Class of 2015 Donated it.
Ungrateful little shits.
Pisses me right the hell off.
Did I get a thank you?
From my Dad, yes.
From the Class of 2015? I got fuck all.
After that, Mom & I blew that popsicle stand & went downtown to have lunch, retreating back to their place afterwards.
I did stick around long enough to hit the “street dance” too… (Nobody was really dancing, more like milling around the street, drinking & listening to a band play really loudly)
I did end up running into some classmates, & had fun talking to them, catching up with where they are, what they’ve been doing, how old we’re all feeling anymore…
And before I knew it, it was almost 11pm, & I had to get the hell out of Dodge. I hate driving the highways so late at night, after hitting a deer a few years back – it makes you a bit jumpy & skittish while driving alone.
So, I’m home, safe. I didn’t smite the town with lightning…although I’d like to smack some little ungrateful wretches from the Class of 2015…
And I scored some homemade strawberry jam out of Mom’s freezer…so…definite win.
So, no lightning, but still kinda pissed.
This weekend I’m taking a little trip down memory lane. Just a small jaunt, mind you.
My high school is having their 100-year anniversary this weekend, so it’s supposed to be some kind of big blowout weekend all-school reunion.
(Blink too long driving down the highway, and you’ve missed it…I don’t think it’s a whole lot bigger than this photo above suggests)
I’m not going to make a weekend out of it, but I am going to stop in and take a gander at a couple of things that interest me.
First and foremost… There is going to be a gentleman there who wrote an autobiography about his life, part of which took place in my hometown, so he’s going to be signing books at the city hall for part of the time. He used my blog post about Dr. Hordinsky in his book, so I’d like to meet him, face to face, and shake his hand. Talk to him a little & let him know that I did actually read his book and enjoyed it, even the stuff I didn’t write!
I’d also like to stop in at the school & see the shadow box my dad built that now houses one of my sculptures. He asked me to make him a sculpture of Horton the Elephant to go with a copy of the Dr. Seuss book, Horton Hatches an Egg, which has the name of my hometown in it.
Here’s the sculpture, but I’d like a picture of the finished product!
So, this shindig kicks off on Friday…but, that’s the busiest day of the month for my business, & we’re going to swamped that day, so there’s zero chance of getting that day off. Plus, by the time I get off work…I’m going to be completely brain-fried…
So, I’m going down on Saturday. I figure that’ll give me time to see what I want to see, do what I want to do, and skedaddle out of there before any shenanigans get too crazy.
…I…don’t have a lot of really fond memories from high school. It was pretty much hell for me there, and I escaped to other towns as often as possible…so, it’s not like this is abnormal behavior to me.
I’ll be in and out like lightning…maybe a couple small scorch marks left behind…no big…
So if Sunday’s paper reads “Lightning Strikes Small Town North Dakota”…
It wasn’t me…I was home all night…I swear…just ask the cat…
I had a lot of drive time today, having had a doctor’s appointment in a city about 2 hrs away.
It gave me a lot of time to think, since I like to do these drives & appointments on my own, independent little cuss that I am.
(Pain Management Clinic, went for shots in my hands – yeah, both hands)
I know that I write a lot of “dark” posts here on the blog. At least lately, anyway. There hasn’t been a lot of sunshine and unicorns popping up between the lines…not that there ever really were… I mean, really I’m not much of a glitter and frappuccino kind of gal.
I’m much more of a sarcasm and cigarettes kind of sort, you know?
There are happy, good things in my days.
I laugh at work.
(Usually dark, self-deprecating laughter, but hey, a gal’s gotta start somewhere)
I love my cat.
(The other cat in residence is my son’s, & yeah, OK, I somewhat like her too…but Sally is my baby) ((and they’re both assholes anyway))
I have lilies growing in my flower bed that I planted last fall with my own two hands, and they’re almost ready to bloom.
There will be many different colors, & I can’t wait to see them! (Cause I can’t remember exactly what I put in!)
I talk to the Beloved Nephew a few nights a week, & love the hell out of him. He’s my best friend, and some days, the only thing that keeps me off the emotional ledge. We do that for each other often.
(OLLLD picture, from my redhead days, back from before he moved. I miss that kid!)
And, I have my plan in place, and begun, for my transition next fall. Early stages yet, baby steps. Not quite ready to reveal all yet, as it’s still so new and fragile, but I’m certain it’s what I want. What I need.
But, in the darkness, there are glimmers…
And, while driving, I had a lot of time to reflect on those glimmers of hope, those sparks of light, those small coals of fire I’ll need to hold onto in the days/weeks/months to come.
The 5 day silence was broken today.
I received another email from E, trying to reach out to me, & got a phone call right before I would have normally been off from work, from a strange, unknown, international number. I’m assuming it was from him, letting me know that he’s once again back on this side of the ocean, back on his Caribbean island, and now much closer to reaching me.
I know he’s not finished with me yet…but I can only hope that my continued refusal to interact with him or respond to his overtures will show him how futile his gestures are.
Once trust is broken…
So, I hold the hope, and release the broken.
And the hope glimmers…
OnlySon has graduated.
It was a fairly quick ceremony, compared to both of my daughters’, inexplicably, as the class sizes were comparable, but for whatever reason, it went easier. Which was alright with me.
I teared up a couple of times, when they first walked up, realizing that this was my youngest, my baby…and he was now old enough to claim his high school diploma & entry into adulthood…leaving childhood behind.
And when he stood in line to await that diploma, that final walk before he left his mother’s care, and her home, to venture into the wide, wild world as his own man.
A Man in Motion.
He was not to be stopped.
With a grin on his face, he kept going…leaving me to find my own way from here on out.