Monday, July 22, 2019
...and we're back.
In the midst of the chaos and medicals, someone locked themselves out of their account.
I had to wait until I returned to California to get to the email address that I specifically use for lock outs.
Tuesday, July 9, 2019
The day could not pass without reflection.
This day will always be linked to another, which will haunt my horrors.
In Memorium, Mark Lawrence Goodwin, Constable of Police.
There, but for the stroke of a pen, go I.
Mark left behind two children, Megan and Alyse, ages 2 and 6 weeks.
Twenty five year later after that night, I would finally write of him.
I will hold copies of the book for his children, should they ever ask.
Sunday, June 30, 2019
I write about my children, about Parental Alienation, about the unfairness in the post divorce world towards Fathers. But until this week, I have never written about my ex wife.
Not so much of my ex wife, but more of her actions. The actions that she learned as a child from her mother, which she replicated to our children. Twenty two years after our divorce, I look at what my ex wife has done to our children, and see the similarities that her mother did to her.
The cycle has to stop.
And it does with me.
I write about my children, about Parental Alienation, about the unfairness in the post divorce world towards Fathers. But until this week, I have never written about my ex wife's parental alienation of our children.
Saturday, June 22, 2019
Some time ago, probably months, I had a Dear Old Friend write of their current relationship.
"They won't leave me."
The commentary hit home, because, they All leave me.
All, are the important women in my life.
Mother. Wife. Daughters. Girlfriend.
In my Dear Old Friend's relationship, their Partner wont be leaving them. Good for them. They deserve second (or third) opportunities.
For readers, I have been caring for my Mother in Law for several months. Another important woman in my life about to leave me. Once again, powerless to stop it.
My Dear Old Friends comment was right. Might not apply to me, but for them, it's good enough.
Saturday, June 8, 2019
There is nothing That I am enjoying, about caring for an elderly parent.
There is little that I am, personally, accomplishing, either writing, or any in other important facet of my life.
However, in despair, there suddenly appears a signal.
A discussion that was had several months ago, returned to me laying in bed earlier this week. A possible second major project, broken into three parts, covering three parts of the State of California.
I hate to propose any matter at this time, the time required for me to care for the elderly parent has to be fitted around the writing, not the other way round.
Sunday, May 26, 2019
Memorial Day weekend in the United States is my favorite weekend of the year.
It's not the Monaco Grand Prix.
It's not the Indianapolis500.
It's not the Coke 600.
It's the sacrifice of those that served, who gave their all.
And for my father in law, who is battling, it may be his last to honor those that he served with.
For those that served, have served, and are serving, the people of the free world, gratefully, thank you.
Thursday, May 16, 2019
Happy birthday Chickybabe.
Today, my eldest daughter, turns 30.
When I was 30, I was already separated, on the cusp of divorce, with two daughters I cared for more than...well, more than my own relationships and career. I had already won two sailing titles and the third would come the following year, but it was the girls that were my greatest achievement.
I had also isolated one of my parents from my daughters when they were unable to follow through on the manner in which their mother and I had wanted the girls to be brought up. I would later isolate the other parent, my Father, however, he would see the error of his ways and that would be repaired.
As expected, my Father was a better man than me. I have been isolated from the girls and it has not been repaired.
I taught my daughters not to allow evil in to their lives, and to keep it at bay. I never envisaged that I would be the evil they keep at bay. But, unlike where I made my own choice, their choice has been influenced by their mother, and their grandmother. Two people whom were unable to follow through in the manner in which their mother and I wanted the girls to be brought up. Being a little over 7000 miles away and unable to counter any, and all, evils by these people, I was always playing from behind.
With no voice to counter them, the girls unknowingly succumbed to their evil.
It is too late for my girls.
The days are long and the years go by fast.
My eldest is 30 today. I have been out of her life more than I have been in it.
Happy birthday Chickybabe. I never left you.