Back light and self pity

It’s a little funny to me that just beyond this serene house quilt is the huge mess associated with tree clean up.

Happily, my brother in law came to help yesterday, otherwise we’d really be behind the eight ball.

It’s still a bit daunting. For one thing, on closer inspection, we noticed that the tree did hit the house, so I’ll need to get an insurance adjuster out here as soon as possible (after two back to back nor’easters, I imagine they’re very busy!) More snow coming Tuesday, P.S.

With the ladder leaning on an about-to-be-cut branch, there were plenty of Wily E. Coyote jokes.

We tried to broker a meeting between Finn and his dog cousin, Ziggy, and did everything right up to a point — (starting in neutral territory, keeping a good distance, then closing the distance, then a break apart) after which it did not go well. It turned into a minor disaster, actually, because when Finn went apeshit, I slipped in the snow and let go the leash. Ziggy seems to be fine, but it didn’t prevent one of my self-pitying laments about difficult dependents.

Speaking of which, after eight years on the wait list and three application updates, my sister has gotten subsidized housing. This is the best possible news for her (and secondarily for my brother, whose financial burden will be greatly reduced). For me, it is a giant chore with no real benefit (did I mention self pity about difficult dependents?) I am happy for her, don’t get me wrong. I just wish there was someone else to orchestrate the move.

Meanwhile, these are my last few weeks to prep for Newton Open Studios. We will pay rent for my sister’s current apartment through the end of April, which hopefully will make the transition manageable.

(Just so you know, we moved all her belongings into storage in 2009, out of storage in 2010, and then had to assist with near complete possession pack up during the bed bug ordeal last year. These were the same years that we moved our sons a total of seven times).

11 thoughts on “Back light and self pity

  1. Nancy

    I first read this as “Blacklight”, which took me back to a cool time in my youthful bedroom! Of course, I love the BACKlight with cloth…and sometimes we need self pity! I hope the house did not have too much damage, but most importantly you are all ok…especially after being on that ladder! Oy! Sorry about all the life mess. It surely does seem like when ‘it rains, it pours’! On the plus side, you must have moving down to a science! I can empathize with you (I moved 3 times while pregnant with my first!) Sending love xo

    1. deemallon Post author

      Thanks Nancy. It’s never once occurred to me that we might need self pity. It always strikes me as an indulgence or an aberration. I’ll sit with this idea. And thanks for the reminder about us all being okay. The tree could’ve crashed right into the bedroom upstairs. Talk about inconveniences! PS. I never had a black light. Tho plenty of people I knew did.

  2. Tina Zaffiro

    Sounds like your head and hands are in overload. From the little I’ve gotten to know you I have no doubt your heart is in the right place. Sending BLESSINGS…

    1. deemallon Post author

      Actually it’s the worry that’s out of control. Not the events. I need to reign that in.

  3. Michelle in NYC

    Jeez!!! Storm upon storm and full plate to fuller. Self pity and self care may be the same in this instance. Hot bath, hot toddy, silly movie night, no regrets are in order dear Dee.

    1. deemallon Post author

      Can you believe another nor’easter is on the way? I got hot bath covered. Now I’m stretching and applying heat to sore back and knees. So I’m on it! But we’re watching 60 minutes waiting for part II and Stormy Daniels.


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