Going Home

Current Status... I do my annual visit home to Tulsa the same way I do Trish Daily, which is quite a bit less than daily--semi-weekly if I'm on a roll. That is to say, not quite every year. That is my resistance to parents who taught their three girls to devote their lives to pleasing folks who could not even be pleased. I thought moving far away would break the cycle, but no. The umbilical is stretched taut but not quite snapped. This weekend I plan to sever the cord and just have a great time with my sisters.

Lately I'm thinking... My dad passed in 2001, and my mom is senile and virtually bedridden. So this time, though Tulsa holds no charm for me, the only thing that could be unpleasant is seeing mom in that condition.

This is really interesting... I guess it's just that I always trudge back there thinking I have some great and burdensome responsibility I must fulfill. It's a little surprising to grasp that there are no longer any expectations. Except ones I have for myself. Hereby declared to be: having fun and doing whatever I want.

Currently reading... All the New Yorkers I'm behind on. I'll have four plane rides and some airport wait time, so I should be able to read some good stories and laugh at some great cartoons.

The Soapbox: I choose hope, not fear.