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Return to Putnam Valley
Nov. 16th, 2019 10:02 amMy son and I are back at our semiannual home away from home in Putnam Valley. It's the first time back to the campsite since the end of March. That trip was interrupted when my mother was admitted to the hospital back in Brooklyn. Needless to say, a lot of things have changed since then.
It has not been a happy seven months. My mother's illness and sorting out her financial affairs have exacerbated tensions within my family. To be honest, those tensions were always there, but as long as we saw each other on social occasions and didn't have to deal with vital matters, we could ignore them. Certain relationships are strained if not ruined.
I am now on the other side of 60, and mortality is on my mind more often. (Given that I am now the "old man" of the family, that's probably natural.) I wonder if I've lived my best life, if I haven't squandered my chance to write something substantial. I'm starting to brood like Angel, a development that terrifies me no end.
Still...
My son is playing happily with his Cub Scout buddies. His grades could be better, but we'll deal with that back home. This trip is about running with the pack and having fun. I look at him and at least I know I've done one thing right.
Be back in NYC tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing "Parasite" with shadowkat next week.
Take care, everybody.
It has not been a happy seven months. My mother's illness and sorting out her financial affairs have exacerbated tensions within my family. To be honest, those tensions were always there, but as long as we saw each other on social occasions and didn't have to deal with vital matters, we could ignore them. Certain relationships are strained if not ruined.
I am now on the other side of 60, and mortality is on my mind more often. (Given that I am now the "old man" of the family, that's probably natural.) I wonder if I've lived my best life, if I haven't squandered my chance to write something substantial. I'm starting to brood like Angel, a development that terrifies me no end.
Still...
My son is playing happily with his Cub Scout buddies. His grades could be better, but we'll deal with that back home. This trip is about running with the pack and having fun. I look at him and at least I know I've done one thing right.
Be back in NYC tomorrow. Looking forward to seeing "Parasite" with shadowkat next week.
Take care, everybody.
