Blog 121717 – – Sunday
I missed blogging
yesterday – – I hate missing the day of blogging. I am a little
concerned I might be coming a little OCD in the blogging department.
I hope not I just like to keep a daily writing commitment. It's
important to me to write every day my 500 words. However I must guard
against feeling that the world is coming to an end because I might
miss a day or two. Life goes on if I miss a day of blogging.
Rightly say why I did not
make room/time for blogging yesterday. Spent a lot of time in the
morning but David before he left for Idaho. I think I got involved
with some movies from Amazon and then Lori. Before I knew it was
almost 1 o'clock in the morning I finally got finished with Lori. I
had let go of my window to blog. Today, I wrote out a card, a
Christmas card, to my youngest brother Jay lives in Boise or
thereabout. I should've sent the Christmas card when I sent the
others to the rest of the family. For one reason or another my
brother Jay does not have a mailing address. Oh, I'm sure that he
does, even if his living under a bridge somewhere I'm sure he has an
address to have is important pieces of mail sent. Well actually I
guess he does because I sent the card to my brother Paul, Jay's
immediate older brother. I guess the family realizes that if they
want to get a hold of Jay they must go through Paul to do so. I'm not
sure what this means and I guess I'm a little hesitant perhaps
frightened to find out why this system of contact or noncontact has
been developed. I think in some way it means my brother Jay is
homeless. I do not know if that means he is just couch surfing with
friends or that he is actually shuffling from one hallway to another
or bridge to another or perhaps living in a tent up in Morris creek
Idaho. Paul I guess is the Magic Christian who does take seriously
the sentiment that he is his brother's keeper.
My dad was his brother's
keeper, not just in the Christian being but literally I think in many
ways. My uncle Frank was an alcoholic and I think there was a time
when my dad looked after uncle Frank rather closely. I believe I have
outlined it and previous blogs about uncle Frank and my dad.
Interestingly enough Paul and Jay (of course, who are brothers) are
also cousins. It's a long story that I may or may not go into at some
point is an interesting story. The big point is even though they are
adopted into our family, just as I was, they are actually blood
relatives cousins actually. Even more interesting to me is that they
are also blood relatives of my father and uncle Frank. My brothers
are true Smiths. I really am quite envious of that as well but that
too is another story for another blog. What I'm trying to say is that
possibly the Smith family line has a gene for alcoholism and Jay got
it. Well maybe not alcoholism as much as substance dependency of one
sort or another. I don't know it just sort of fits. I love my little
brother Jay I hope is okay. I wish there was ways I could help them.
I know if I really did I would do it. But I did write a Christmas
card and I sent the card off this morning. I wonder if he will be
aware that the Christmas card arrived a week after the other cards
and well put together the fact that I wrote his last because I
basically forgot until the last minute. I hope he knows I love them,
I really do and I wish you a Merry Christmas from the bottom of my
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