Published in the Rains County Leader on July 2, 2019:
This is a tale of two dogs – pun intended – and a tale of dreams. Both of the dogs live in my neighborhood, and both are dreamers. Culture encourages dreams – the bigger, the better. Whatever you can conceive, you can achieve. Just do it! One of the dogs in this tale has really big dreams while the other one is more conservative. One is happy, and one is not.
The first dog lives about a mile from us, and we pass his house on the way out to the highway. He’s a cute little thing – black with a white mask over one eye – but I don’t know his name. He’s pretty well trained, staying in his yard or at least close to it without need of a fence or leash. He does, however, have a thing for cars. When he first moved into the area, I worried that he was going to get run over. As a car approached, he would go to the edge of the road at the corner of his yard. He would stare at the car until it was a few feet away, then he’d wheel around and run as hard as he could until he was several yards past the other corner of his yard. (more…)
Published in the Rains County Leader on February 27, 2018:
Sunday was David’s birthday, and he finally joined me in the 70s. Although I’ve been there since April and have tried to reassure him that it doesn’t hurt when the age-o-meter rolls over, he didn’t seem to look forward to this birthday the way he usually does. However, when I came home from Brookshire’s and waved a package of German’s Sweet Chocolate and another of coconut, he broke into a smile, knowing his birthday cake was on the way.
We don’t make a big deal of birthdays – at least not any more. The first year I celebrated his birthday with him, I took him out to dinner, and he gave me an engagement ring. It was hard to top that, but I sometimes tried to at least come close. One year I gave him an I-Pod, and another year I presented him with a bicycle, but we’ve reached the point in our lives where we have all the electronics we need and there’s no space to store larger toys. So most years I send him an e-card, and if I’m feeling extravagant, I give him a printed one, too. We go out for catfish or Mexican food, or sometimes I make a roast and a big pot of beans at home. And I usually make a German Chocolate Cake. (more…)
I recently came across an article in the New York Times originally posted on January 30 titled “For some Caregivers, the Trauma Lingers.” It was written by Judith Graham, and it’s about PTSD (post-traumatic stress disorder) in caregivers. Graham says there has been little research on the topic which, she thinks, means it has been overlooked or discounted. She goes on to list some of the typical symptoms of PTSD: flashbacks, feelings of numbness, anxiety, guilt, dread, depression, irritability, apathy, and tension among others. (more…)
This blog sort of fits with my blog at www.kompletelykrista.wordpress.com called Writing and Reality because this is part of the reality that goes with my writing. One of my daughters is Autistic and that takes up a lot of my time. The more therapies, the more interaction that she gets, are all things that help her development. One of my sons also has what has been termed as delayed, so he needs less but still some help in maturing and that kind of stuff. The amount of meetings I go to during the school year is amazing. My husband works two jobs so that I can stay home and take care of her and the other two kids. For roughly six years I’ve been doing this by myself. Sometimes people try to help but when it comes to our kids, we’re very specific about who can watch them for us to get an hour out to maybe grab something to eat and that hasn’t been able to happen for a long time now. (more…)
I dreamed about shoes recently, twice. According to on-line dream interpreters, I may have some rethinking to do about my writing career. (more…)
I dreamed about Mom and Dad last night. I do that quite a bit lately. I guess it’s my subconscious working through the grief of Dad’s death and the nagging guilt that caregivers feel about this decision or that situation that could have been resolved differently or handled better. When I woke up at 4:30, the dream was clear, and I mentally composed a brilliant blog post around it. I should have gotten up and written it then or at least (more…)