How to get there, from here……

Blaise at 4am from Manhattan, KS:

Alice: “Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here?”

That depends a good deal on where you want to get to”, said the Cat

“I don’t much care where—————“, said Alice.

“Then it doesn’t matter which way you go”, said the Cat.

My addition:

Alice:  But it’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then.”

Anxious

Lying in bed at J's waiting for her alarm to go off at 7am.

I am very anxious. I know it won't get him here sooner, but it's causing me to rush and not relax and enjoy.

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epitaph

6 hours ago on his wall:

"Earn your epitaph or one will be provided for you."

                                             Blaise Morgan

Kansas Adventure; not Vacation

Morgan Family City Tour: we see it all while hunting for a Starbucks. Much more thorough than Old Town Trolley Tours. Today's Tour: Downtown Kansas City. 
February 20 at 12:00pm via iPhone  
J is driving, Vicki navigating.
Vicki: "Turn on Parallel Parkway".
J: " Parallel park?! I don't know how to parallel park!".
Mom: "She's so blonde".
Joey: "You're so mean"
I'm going to kill her! We can't park near the restrooms because we have to park in the Dorothy Lot!

February 20 at 1:36pm via iPhone

Junction City, Kansas. Oh Em Gee. Had to change rooms twice. In the first room the lamp sparked when turned on. The second the TV had red & blue lines but no picture.
No cell service except outside in front of the room next door. We are having a primitive adventure! After a break in civilization for dinner. (We probably should have tried the toilet before leaving).
I'm having such fun. Apartment sitting the movers. One of them just came tearing out of the office asking Blaise what to do with his live grenades. Fortunately another of them recognized them as non- live before panic ensued. Phew.
Manhattan KS signature drink – for breakfast! The Chef Sunrise.

February 21 at 12:01pm via iPhone

Moving anecdotes: I'm sent on an errand to ship a Stetson from the Pack & Send. I reach in to get my wallet and have to pull out 3 Winchester boxes. The movers can't take ammunition so they were conveniently tucked in the mother's backpack. The clerk was unamused.

Moving anecdotes: son taking advantage of the Irish Catholic Mother Guilt he claims to hate —
Relocation Specialist:"Blaise, do you want me to pack this pile of dirty laundry?".
Blaise:"Yes".
Mother: "Wait a minute, the mother is sitting right here, you expect me to let that happen?".
Blaise: "Can you leave an empty box, my mom is going to wash it?" (smiling).
Relocation Specialist: "I'll leave two".
Moving anecdotes:
Mom: "Blaise! The shower is DIRTY!".
Blaise: "That shower curtain really hid a lot! I'm paying to have someone clean.".
Irish Catholic Mother: "You can't let cleaning people see this".
An hour later-
Relocation Specialist: "I'm sorry ma'am, but can I use the bathroom? Ah, I really think you need a pressure washer."
Right Now in Manhattan, KS (66502)

It's 18°F, Sunny

February 22 at 9:30am via The Weather Channel for iPhone

I am sitting in the service waiting area of Dick Edwards Ford. I have moved in with my backpack and electronics, and a GIANT empty rucksack that is waiting for a ride. I am alone save for a couple of antisocial strangers avoiding eye contact. I think I'll hang here until they run out of donuts.

I'm considering pinning a note to the rucksack with his address and sending him on the free shuttle. He refuses to walk and is making wandering & exploring difficult. He dragged his feet when I tried to take him in the ladies room. I swear I heard him squeal "I NOT a y'ady!"

Do you know that if Kansas gets a lot of snow they'll get a good wheat crop? Some farmers have joined my antisocial crowd. There is speculation about the electric car and it's $2200 charger. It will get you all the way to Topeka, but you may have to stay the night before you come back.
The rucksack finally got a ride. Thankfully! He was such an albatross. I'm going to wander outside to ascertain my location. And perhaps some food.
Dick Edwards Ford has free WiFi. And cable tv. I may move in here.
Once again, we got distracted in a bookstore…
Vicki II, uninitiated FL driver drove 20 miles in a snowstorm. Easy Mac & Ding Dongs for dinner because she's never getting back in the car.

An Open Letter to My Son

An Open Letter to My Son because I owe him a public apology.

I saw that popular post about mean mothers and didn’t post it because I was so much worse than that. I’m not sorry. But I am sorry that you felt your childhood was so hard.

Remember when you were going into high school and although you loved being a percussionist you refused to be a marching band geek? And I made you “join” something? You chose JROTC because it was a little less embarrassing. I’m not sorry. But I am sorry that you felt I was taking control of your life from you.

Remember when I dragged you to church every Sunday? And made you go to Catholic school and be an altar server? I’m not sorry. But I am sorry you felt I took an important choice from you.

Remember when you let all your grades slip except JROTC EVERY OTHER interim? And you were grounded from everything until you brought them back up? I’m not sorry. But I am sorry you felt that meant I didn’t care what you went without.

Remember when you were in military college, cold, without sleep for days, and your computer crashed losing an important assignment? And I told you if you quit, don’t come home? I’m not sorry. But I am sorry you felt abandoned and had no where to turn.

Everything you endured, every fight you fought and won, every time you hated your mother you became more of what you are. You became a cadet who walked five miles on a broken foot rather than quit and you became one of the youngest officers of your rank in this country. You also became a wise and intelligent adult who has a depth of understanding of the people he meets from every walk of life.

I hope in your wisdom you can recognize how much easier it would have been for your mother to say, “I’m sorry. My baby shouldn’t have to suffer, just quit “.

Love, your proud and horrible mother.

P.S. I am sorry I tease you about things like your $85 shirts, what I mean to say is, “Wow, my son can afford a dryer full of $85 shirts!”

Making Stuff

So, anyone who knows me knows I like to make stuff.

I thought I had some good quotes on creativity, but none that apply.  I’m sure it is a profound human condition, to create.  I don’t know why it makes me happy, and figuring that out would be too much engagement of the side of my brain I am not talking about here.

This Christmas it made Blaise, Jaime and Neil happy, too.

 

Thanksgiving

I am thankful for Vicki, who has always been an introverted nonconformist much like I was as a teenager. I sold out to the white picket fence and she remained true to who she was. Grounded most of her teenage years, she could not be bent or broken. She never did anything really bad, I just didn’t know what to do with her. She values her family, is hardworking and has nothing to prove to anyone. She is a fierce mother and always treats her son as a smart and valuable person. Incredibly smart and aware, she is deep and emotional, and never appears to be what she is not. She has simple tastes and simple things make her happy. She is most comfortable inside herself. She prefers her own company and never pretends to like anyone. If she likes you, she sincerely likes you. If you cross her you will never be forgiven. Today Vicki and Joe and Joey are coming to my house for dinner. I am so happy they live near.

I am thankful for Jaime who shot for the white picket fence AND the great job, and got both. Her goals may waiver and vary, but her self discipline never does. If Jaime wants it she will overcome all obstacles and grab it with single-minded focus. Not making her popular at Disney World when each member of the family is headed elsewhere and she’s got the map, but making her very successful at whatever she chooses to do. Jaime is ambitious, has lofty expectations and does what she has to do. She is smart and self contained and not overly emotional, but can be incredibly kind when it’s called for. She is always the helpful one doing dishes after dinner. She has created a home filled with things that she likes, and that is where she is most comfortable. She is the most friendly, but dislikes people the most. Today Jaime and Neil are making a home-cooked dinner complete with pies.

I am thankful for Blaise who has been obsessed with war and justice most of his life, and has now dedicated his life to both. I admit to smiling and shaking my head when he got caught poaching hog, when Vicki would have been grounded for a month, but I was a better mother by then. Blaise is the most versatile and the most flexible, he cooks and sews and leads soldiers. Blaise likes people the most, but is the most alone. Blaise is the funny entertainer, but is trained to kill. Blaise was the youngest in a houseful of women but came out of it the greatest leader. He is incredibly self aware and confident. He knows what he wants and quietly acquires it. He is the most emotionally and mentally stable. He is most comfortable with his partner, being half of a whole. Blaise has more integrity than anyone I know and has foolishly risked his career to stand on that integrity when it didn’t really matter. Because it mattered to him. Today Blaise is on 24 hour duty for his squadron and eating in the chow hall.

I am thankful for Joey who is becoming an amazing person before our very eyes. He is a nonconformist like his mother, and my second chance to do it right and let him be. Like this entire family, save Jaime, he has no idea what his goals are at his age and not even all that committed to eighth grade. I can still accept him unconditionally because I know when he’s 32 it won’t matter one little bit. He’s a great kid, bursting with unfocused potential.

I am thankful for Joe, fisherman, gardener and son-in-law extraordinaire. He would do anything I asked, so I try not to. He’s easygoing, friendly and a great provider . He is what makes my daughter and grandson a family; the glue that holds them together and I am in awe because my daughter cannot be any easier to live with than I am. He has been a great father and I am pleased that Joey looks so like him, and now acts, talks and laughs like him.

I am thankful to Neil, the techno wizard, who manages to keep Jaime sane and make a life with her. He is frighteningly smart, but humble, friendly and fun. Jaime’s perfect foil who coaxes her to be sociable because it’s good for her. He is a most perfect uncle to Joey and will be a great father. Family consensus holds that Jaime cannot have children without Neil to strike a balance. Jaime at her worst is a homicidal time bomb that ONLY Neil can diffuse. I will offer him money if he ever threatens to leave.

I am thankful to Jessica, Warrior Princess, who is more like me than any of my children. However, unlike me, her only focus is finding someone to take care of and I’m so thankful that was my son four years ago. She incites him, calms him and gives him someone other than himself to focus on. They are a true partnership. She is the most unselfish and giving person I know. Now the tiniest member of the family, she is the largest when she bustles in and takes charge and takes care of everyone around her. Today Jessica is somewhere between Germany and Afghanistan on her way back from leave here with us.

 

 

Comments on LiveJournal

vjj97:  Wow. Just wow. I feel safe in saying we are all thankful for having a mother that understands us so well. And I’d be willing to contribute to the Neil bribery fund., in order to save J & Joey’s relationship from any damage, if nothing else.

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