Sunday, 19 October 2014

Blog To The Future.

The past three months have left me in a state of flux.  "What the flux is going on?"  I thought to myself more times than I care to mention.
I'm so far out of the blogging loop that the loops have loops and I'm going loopy just thinking about all the loops I've missed.
The past three months have been a time of much upheaval.  Physically and emotionally.  Major changes in my personal life, my son's personal life and yes, the life of Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar!

My son was originally supposed to move into his own home on August 18.  Then it became September 19, then September 26 and finally, yes finally, on Wednesday, October 15, my son moved into his home.  That would be the day he came over to my new home to take Penny back to his new home.

Three months of uncertainty, of all consuming worry about my son's predicament, came to an end.  No more of him living in limbo at my ex wife's home. Wednesday night I sat alone in the quietness of solitude.  Solitude that also brought a revelation.  The knowing that despite the new void, the depressive, debilitating environment I had experienced, was now starting to vanish.  The dull fog dissipated.  I knew that my son, indeed, that I had coped very well.  I was proud of him.  I was proud of myself.  My little Tristan, now a young adult, embracing the independence he'd craved with with every ounce of his adventurous dreams.

Now, both our new lives begin.  A sense of loss and yet a sense of a gain for us both.  A harmonious balance awaits.  This I know.  A fresh start.  A new magic.

Sensitivity, being finely tuned, did bring on one of the worst bouts of depression I've ever known.  Yet the depression was all about caring, of concern, of love.






















It's time to go Blog To The Future.  I'm glad to be back.  Thank you for all the support, the caring I've received from so many sources in the background.  You have touched my heart.

Friday, 26 September 2014

The Setbacks Are Having Setbacks.

This has now gone beyond the point of ridiculous.  The moving saga, the setbacks that are impeding my chance, my son's chance to get on with our lives, makes Monty Python look like serious drama.

Today, September 26, was supposed to be the day my son, Tristan, was finally moving into his own home. This would mean I'd be able to remove his excess boxes from my new home and return the beloved Penny the Jack Russell dog and modest internet superstar, to him.

Alas, nothing seems to have changed.  All I get is that the finalisation of the house sale, "Is in the hands of the solicitors...."  This means that I may still have to get up at 4:30 A.M. and drive him to work from his mother's place.  There is no public transport at that time.  The house he's trying to move into is close to his work.  My responsibilities of being a chauffeur were hopefully ending.  Now, I just don't know.

I'm exhausted and getting very frustrated that I've little time to interact with you.  My son is frustrated and who can blame him.

I do know how much I'm going to savour actually blogging again.  Please don't give up on me.  In the meantime, here's a test pattern to stare at.  Thank you.  If you see Monty Python, tell him I've got a script almost ready.