Sunday, November 30, 2008

Holidays End

It’s Sunday afternoon already, almost three and three o clock is pretty late in the weekend not as bad as four o clock it’s pretty late. Too late to start anything new except the wash and maybe dinner, I rose late today and did not even get breakfast done till 12:00 and the breakfast today was garbroch, so the meal is still sitting with me. So I will not even begin dinner for another hour or so Today I want to make single meat meatloaf—just hamburger. I figured meatloaf will be the change from turkey we need at this point on Thanksgiving weekend. The turkey has been boned and the meat is either frozen in small pouches or waiting in the fridge for sandwiches or snacking, the pies are gone and only the fruit cake remains. I hoping to post this to my blog today but I can see we have lost our connection..again but hopefully the connection will reestablish itself before I go to bed. Dianne and I are become more and more frustrated, it seems there seems to be a good sized portion of every day when he have lost our broad band connection. This is not good sign we have been with our new carrier, for only a short while, and I think we have been off line more then we were with the last carrier, which was a local type carrier. We hated that carrier because that carrier could nor keep their cable TV side of their operation up and viewable but we always seemed to be able to access the INTERNET.

I got an email from my little sister, Linda over night—a mom update. Seems my mom is having some heavy duty issues. Linda and Paul spent a good deal of time with my mom this weekend. Mom is beginning to do some pretty weird things which really makes me feel her time is neigh. Today is Sunday, which is the usual day I call my mom. Dianne thinks I should call soon or loose my opportunity, Di thinks I calling every day now, since she has been placed on hospice support—which I understand is “the end game”. What do I do.

Last week, at the office I was talking to staff about the holidays and the issues that step kids face with the whole holiday meal thing, where to go, or not go and all the politics which come with the”step” orientation. She looked at me and said, “Oh you know what I mean you’re adopted”. I was startled because I did not know what she meant. In my mind being adopted is not the same as being a step-child. To my knowledge I had one set and only one set of parents and they were very stable. Since I was basically adopted before I was born, I never knew my birth mother. Even though the upper tiers of my family were adopted and kind of played the adoptee game my brother Ross and I, both adopted, lived a fairly normal life. The kids which followed me were adopted too but not quite the same. Their birth mothers were actually cousins—they came to know where they came from, got to know their cousins were actually their brothers and sister and though they have the mother and father I did they also knew and got to know their birth parents. I did not live “that” step environment. I suppose everyone thinks I did and that is kinda weird.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Actually Mark I don't know my birth Mom either. I know her name and that is it. I know nothing about my birth father or any of my so called brothers and sisters except for Jay and Linda. I honestly don't care to know. As far as I'm concerned the only Mother and Father I have, is Mom and Dad. I too was taken straight from the hospital by Mom and Dad. This is a so spot with me because Faye doesn't consider any of us her brothers or sisters except for Irene and Carl.She has made it prefectly clear to me on a couple of different times. I'm sure if Dad would have ever heard her say this he would have been very mad at her. Anyway I still all my brothers and sisters the same weather you are blood or not.