First off, thanks to everyone who left comments on Dad's post. Blogging is a new and exciting world to him and he is enjoying every minute of it. Dad isn't computer savvy at all; in fact, he hasn't used a computer in years. So he found it a bit difficult to type a longer post. I will try and get him to post more often and on topics that will definitely interest everyone.
Dad is a wonderful person and I'm not just saying this because he is my father. Everyone who meets him falls instantly in love with him. I curse myself everyday for not being like him!
My father and I have a lot in common and we get along like a house on fire. Temperamentally however, we are poles apart! He is calm and collected and always a pleasure to have around. I'm just a nasty bitch!
I must add that Mom also enjoyed the post and the comments but she's asked me to remove his pic. She's quite superstitious and since Dad doesn't keep too well, she worries. I just left it up long enough for all my blogger friends to come around and have a look. Dad was pretty nervous when he saw his pic, and kept asking me to take it off :-)
My mother used to be a nurse and she really takes such good care of Dad and the rest of us as well. She's a little less frivolous than us, a LOT more religious than us, and doesn't get our jokes and mad behaviour. So even though I have very little in common with my mother, I have her temperament. Except that she has calmed down a lot with age and is just irritable now and then. She's definitely not a nasty bitch like me!
Mom and I have had a very complicated relationship over the years. We've seen more downs than ups but now, I've come to terms with it. The bottomline is we are flesh and blood and we love each other no matter what. We just agree to disagree now :-)
It took me a broken marriage to realise how important my mother is to me. I wish it didn't, but that's the truth. I am now able to let go of a lot of the past, which I realised was nothing but just unnecessary shackles around my heart. I am more open and free to love those around me now, because little by little I'm learning to love myself.
Since I'm baring my heart out to all you wonderful people, I may as well get this off my chest. The last couple of days have just been one roller-coaster ride. I was very excited to have my folks over - we laughed and joked, blogged and read comments, enjoyed drinks together, watched TV together, ate together, went out for a lovely seafood lunch, just chilled... It was such a peaceful, easy feeling (Thank you Eagles!) until last evening.
Mom and Dad went back to their place and I was at home missing them, when my landlord comes around. He had just come the previous day to collect the rent, and we discussed renewing the lease since it just expired. He said fine and that he would draw up the papers, took the rent cheque, and left.
Suddenly, last evening he comes back again and says he's selling the flat and I need to vacate! I must admit, I was very upset at first and really panicked. Anyway I have asked him for a month's notice and he has agreed. Then, after one surprising but heartfelt phone conversation, and a couple of really helpful emails and online chats, I calmed down and realised that it's actually a blessing in disguise.
I really should have moved out of here last year when my husband and I separated. I moved out of the bigger flat we stayed in together, but I stayed in the same apartment complex. It's really nice if you're staying with someone and have your own means of transport. I have neither and it's been a terribly lonely and inconvenient year.
Most days, my domestic help is the only human contact I have. She's a wonderful woman and has really been my pillar of strength through these trying times. She's the only one I'm going to miss when I move out of here.
The thought of moving again does seem like a pain in the neck (dealing with brokers, rejecting hundreds of flats till I find something decent, packing, moving ect) but I'm just going to look at the bright side.
I hope I find a cosy and clean little flat in a decent locality, that is also well connected by public transport. Of course, a nice coffee shop in the vicinity wouldn't hurt either ;-)
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Older people are mistrustful of the internet - including my husband - and I frequently get dire warnings but - touch wood - I have been enormously lucky.
Well done for taking the notice to quit in the right spirit. Often these things are part of a greater plan and I'm sure it will be a step in the right dirction.
Onward and upward!
Hello Pat, Dad loves the internet but he just complicates everything in his head before he even starts. He doesn't see how free and fluid it actually is; he thinks it's like the VCR and needs to know the directions to everything before he starts :-)
He can just about manage the email and will sometimes write me one with just a Hello in the subject line. Then, he will call to ask if I received it :-) But a few years back when I lived in Madras, he would write me emails regularly. It's just that he's been out of touch the last few years.
Thanks for the encouragement - indeed, onward and upward I shall march!
you will. for sure. coffee shop, public transport, nice flat - all of it. and the moving out is a sign.
you know, i never really understand sighs. friends keep pointing them out to me. and then, i'm like "oh" and i follow them.
so, as your blogger friend, i'm telling you this is a sign. to get up, dust yourself and say this is it. (wow, what a movie. i cried).
ya, so this is it. however hard. however sad. push yourself. do it. and make the change. and it'll all work out for the best. hugs and love.
Dear Cloudcutter,
I must agree with Agent Greenglass here. You can never be sure of what lies ahead and often it takes a series of events to happen to exactly know where your life is heading.
Personally I am having a torrid time due to couple of decisions I took lately. (Maybe I shall write about them soon) I just guess the 'Chaos theory' would hold and everything would fall back in its place.
It was interesting to hear all what has happening. I guess I just know you a little better now. Just wish you were located close by so I could just drive in with a pick up truck and help you pack and move along.
I don't believe for one minute that you are any sort of a bitch, and if you have a temper, that's fine with me. I agree with you that learning to love and accept yourself is an important key to making yourself lovable.
I'm about to buy my husband his first computer (when I get around to it! - it'll be an early Christmas present). He's 73 and has never had any interest until recently, but he just can't resist the internet! Mostly eBay and antiques sites. My children think I'm making a big mistake...
@AGG - I do believe that this will be good for me. Thanks for the love and support, as always.
@Himanshu - That is really sweet! I wish you were close by too, cos I will really need help packing and moving my junk. LOL!
Oh and I guess I will finally do that post about the woes of being a tenant. I've been thinking about it for weeks but just never got around to it. Am sure, I'll have a lot of new stories to add as I go house-hunting from tomorrow :-)
@Z - That's a great idea. Get him the computer! Just make sure you hide his credit cards first, considering the sites he is interested in :-)
Your husband's just a year older to my Dad btw.
It's just time to get on... and when there are such wonderful ppl around you to love and be loved what to worry.....
That was lovely pic of u and your dad, and I loved ur curls and glasses..
Ashes
Thank you Ashes! Finally, someone noticed me in the pic ;-)
Hey it was so good to put a face to the name...hang in there...the coffee shop will find you
So was the face worth the wait? Ok now I'm shamelessly fishing, please ignore!
Thanks, hope the coffee shop and a whole lot more find me ;-)
I enjoyed reading about your parents. They both sound wonderful.
I must say, I laughed at your description of yourself, "I'm just a nasty bitch." I have a friend or two who'd say that about themselves with gusto and they're also gals with good hearts.
As for parents and computers, some things I just accept now...my mother just is not interested in using the computer. I even type her emails for her. What I find interesting though, is how much she knows despite not using the pooter. She reads A LOT.
I like Pat's 'onward and upward'.
@GG - Yes, my parents read a LOT too, and they are always asking questions. I love that about them.
You should see my family when we're together; everyone is sitting somewhere and reading. A book, a magazine, a newspaper... anything. I love it. Of course, it's interspersed with a lot of chatter and laughter. In between, we eat and take naps :-)
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