Happy Birthday! Love, Dexter
I haven’t written anything since my last entry from Chicago in part because I shared the link with an unemployed friend of mine who was fairly critical which validated the criticism that I heap aplenty on my writing as is. “It’s evolving” I defended, hating myself and thankful that this exchange happened over IM. Life-long accusations of my being too sensitive aside, the smallness in me thought “well my blog might suck but at least I have a job”.
I dream rarely but lately of Geoff German. Geoff is a friend of mine from company X and he’s so much a part of my work vernacular that I find when I think about having worked there, he is in every meeting I was ever a part of. The dreams are non-specific except that in them, he is dancing (which I happen to know he would never do) and seems glad to be in my dream and not at all surprised to be there. I’ve gotta lay off the glass-of-wine-before bed routine that punctuates the days I’m away from home.
I don’t have Showtime (and even if I did, I would never be home to watch it) but I had Season One of Dexter on loan and I managed to toss it into one of the three suitcases I’m traveling with. If you’ve not seen an episode, add it to your Netflix because nothing says “Happy Holidays” like time spent with a serial killer.
It’s my third birthday spent in California and my mom is sitting across the table from me working on my birthday dinner which seems to include both walnuts and shallots. This scares me but I know better than to question her methods. Especially since my idea of cooking is 2:00, Power High, Start. I see my mom only about twice a year now (though sometimes more). We are only 20 years apart in age and so while she is obviously older than I am she is still much younger than most of my friends’ mothers. She is having dual knee replacement in March 2008 (in time for the DVD release of Season Two of Dexter I hope!) having such deterioration that she is bow-legged from the bone-on-bone grind in both knees. When we went to the grocery store this morning, she put the whole of her body weight on the cart for support and shuffled up and down the aisle at a pace slightly faster than paint drying. Somehow, and seemingly overnight, she is older. Old. The child-parent, parent-child thread between us tangled up in the few days we have together.
Happy Birtday Sweetie~~
I love your writting, keep it up!
Love,
Katie and Will-yum-yum-yum
Hope both you and your mother had happy birthdays. Keep the blog going — it’s great fun to hear your thoughts . . .
hi jennifer,
happy holidays, happy birthday, happy festivus and mery f**king christmas. so glad you got to spend it with you mom. hope to get the chance to see you here in NC. love you, miss you.
rene’ and winston
Boy do I understand the whole parents getting older thing. Wait until it’s bathing and dressing. Fun times. No, not really, but it’s the least I can do for them after all they’ve done for me over the years. Tell your mom I said hello and be strong. Mom had hers done several years ago and it was tough, but worth it! Happy Belated Birthday Friend. Keep on bloggin’
BTW- Jim and I love Dextor. We watch it every week
Oh Jenn! It is good to know you love Dexter too. Glad you and your Mom enjoyed the DVD’s during the holidays. I can’t wait until the second season comes out because we don’t have Showtime or ‘On Demand’. We are in Nashville right now but next week we are heading down the road to Arkansas. ..(why?) . . . CUZ!! Its there…No really, they have hot springs said to be theraputic for old bones, sore bones, any bones! It seems like it might be a good thing plus they let’cha fish too(although not at the same time. Guess the fish like it a bit cooler.) Best wishes for the New Year! some of those ‘older’ folks, Elaine & Jim “We love William-yum-yum!”