Sunday, June 17, 2012

Posted on June 18, 2012. Filed under: Cancer | Tags: , , , |

Fathers Day. I can’t believe my dad has been dead for 12 years! I still think about him every day. I’m glad he died with nothing left unsaid between us.
But today is for fathers who breath. So we hustled off to Christy and Tony’s for a Father’s Day brunch. My ex/their dad was there. We picked up Veronica and Brendon on the way. She also picked up a summertime ball for the kids—and her—to play with. Christy gave Scott a very nice card. At Christy’s request, Veronica stopped at the Jewel for bagels. After breakfast, Anthony, Alyssa, Veronica and Brendon headed for the park. Christy and I strolled along with the hobbling dogs whose hips cause them to walk like drunkards. Their tails are still wagging though—and the enthusiasm with which they pee on trees demonstrates that they still have a passion for living. Scott and Tony stayed back and managed to fix the front doorknob.

In the 90-degree heat, the kick ball game was short-lived. Anthony stumbled off the field holding his belly and complaining that he felt like throwing up. The promise was fulfilled with an outpouring of blue all over the ground. Christy asked what he’d eaten. Had he swallowed his blue bubble gum? Red-faced and sweating, Anthony answered “maybe” following a preliminary denial. I’m sure the heat and running didn’t help. Tony was called to pick up the boy, while the rest of us walked back to the house.

In the afternoon, I tackled the disability forms and caught up with bills etc. It wasn’t easy. I would so have preferred to sit by the beach. In time. I also planned to go to the Mill and read, so I needed the time to get things done.

I thought I brought two Father’s Day poems with me to the Mill, but there was only one. Oh well. I read “Daddy’s Gay—and I Don’t Mean Happy.” It seemed to have gone over well. Marc asked me to share a dad story. I told the audience that Dad had recorded his life on audio tapes from 1979 to 2000 when he died. he was in the hospital with emphysema and waiting for the Y2K to cause worldwide chaos. After the anticlimactic event, there wasn’t a lot to justify his suffering. He was gone seven days later. The 10000 hours of audio tapes were donated to the Kinsey Institute. Billy Lombcardo also performed his traditional Father’s Day set with a few new pieces. Check him out http://www.billylombardo.com/. Wonderful.
Everyone asks how I feel. Every Friday is increasingly exhausting. After two days of no chemo, I feel pretty good by Sunday night…perfect timing.

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