February 28, 2006
Other than that, the kids and I had a good night. We ordered pizza and watched WifeSwap. Tonight we'll be at the center. I have a conference in Hallowell on Thursday, so the center will be closed on that day. I ran some errands today. Bill paying and bought some stuff that Zach needs for his science fair project. He of course waited until the last minute and is doing it on something I know nothing about...electricity!
I've been having a lot of dreams lately that I have a baby. In these dreams, I am frantically searching for a bottle...or parts of the bottle...to feed the baby. I have also been having dreams of getting a German shepard dog. I've been in the market for a Golden retriever or another lab mix, but in my dreams, it is a German shepard.
A woman from the UK has a web blog called Top Girls and she emailed me and asked if she could have a picture of me for her website. I said, yeah. Why not? I checked out the page. It doesn't appear to be pornographic...just random pictures of random girls.
I desperately need to move. I want to live in an artsy neighborhood. I need to get out of Maine.
So, I pose this question to you Blog World...if you are at a place in your life where you can move anywhere, where do you go?
I've blogged about my friend Terri before. My friend that moved to Alaska...by HERSELF...who is loving every minute of it. I admire her courage and sense of adventure.
There are just a lot of ghosts and memories for me here. I remind myself of my own grandmother, who spent 4 years longer than she should have, in the house she had shared with my grandfather before he died. After he died, it got to be too much for her to handle the day to day upkeep of the house. Plus I take care of my grandmother because my father is a missing person, so for me, travelling 25 miles each way to attend to her needs, while taking care of my own children and going to school fulltime and working part-time got to be too much. I begged and pleaded for her to move closer to me, closer to the hospital and doctors and grocery stores to no avail. I finally had enough and was so full of frustration I told her that I would help her hire a caretaker, which I knew she would never go for, but I was physically exhausted. She said, "I can't leave. This is where we lived." I said, "Grandma, Grandpop isn't here anymore. He would want you to make some smart choices and take better care of yourself than you have been." She broke down in tears and finally agreed to move to the next town over from me. She wouldn't move because she didn't want to leave him. Once I reminded her that he would always be with her no matter where she lived, she was more willing to compromise.
It will be 6 years in September since I last saw my father. Zach was 6, Kayla was 10 and Hayley was 9. My brothers and sister had not had their own kids yet. My father has never seen my nieces. He suffers from mental illness and my brothers had tracked him down to a half-way house a few years ago and had made plans to meet up with him, but he never showed. He hasn't been heard from since. I think maybe a part of me won't move because I was living here when my dad was still in my life. I have the same phone number, which I unsafely keep listed, just in case he should look it up.



