Wednesday, September 17, 2014

OT- I Hate My Kitchen

I hate my kitchen. I hate it so much that I kick it every time I walk in there. I like the tile, I like the cabinets, I like the appliances but put it all together and I hate it as much as a fat kid hates gym class. No offense to fat kids because fat kids are at least cute. Cute my kitchen is not.

I have a Sawzall...........

I dream of removing some of the cabinets and counter and relocating the appliances. I see myself in the kitchen, working in a growing funeral pyre of wood and tile with a mad grin on my face. Then the dream becomes dark as my husband walks in and gives me that look of "what the hell are you doing now!" Which of course wipes the grin off my face as I pretend to not grin.

I need a plan. The first plan should be to remodel the kitchen. Here is where it gets sticky. DH did remodel the kitchen. He just did it without totally gutting it. See where I am going with this?

The second plan that came to mind was to sell the house. I have been lusting after pics of Zillow of a cute Craftsman house about a mile away. The lot is much smaller and there is not a park next door which my husband will not like. Plus there is the whole renovation thing. Sometimes men get mad when you plan to sell your house after all the blood they have spilled renovating it has not yet dried.

Next there is my DD who will not like having to get in a car and drive to my house in a panic to tell me that I must come over IMMEDIATELY to get rid of flying insects that have invaded her home. In her defense my husband did leave her door open which was their point of entry. 

Somebody is going to end up very unhappy about the kitchen. I imagine I will hear him cuss and throw things while I ask him to please be quiet so I can finish my school work.........

Sunday, September 7, 2014

OT- Off To The Market

The road to hell is paved with good intentions and I never intended to find that strange, mysterious market place called "Craig's List." I had heard about it- didn't somebody get murdered there? But where was this dangerous place and why do people go there?

I had to look, although in all fairness I had been warned. Whispers of corruption, death and "good deals." How could I not look, I have a bucket list after all. Craig's list sounded like it had all the promise of a good crime novel and after all I was just going to take a peek...

Hence the beginning of my doom. People sell stuff on Craig's list no doubt. But they sell VICTORIAN FURNITURE there! They sell it under "antiques" and want to make a pretty copper coated penny, unless they are selling copper in which they want tons of pennies. They also sell it under "furniture" with descriptions such as "old", "grandma's" and "OBO" (which is my favorite description so far). 

Today "OBO" was not an option because I saw the dresser I wanted for the cost of half pennies and I  needed to hurry before somebody beat me to it and painted it shabby chic for resale. So I yelled over the sound of hammering as my husband spends another day of week 6 restoring our second floor. "Hey honey, I am going to the city, the worst part of the city, the hood in fact to go look at this dresser so I will see you later, and maybe you can come with me later with the truck if I buy it." Hammers that are dropped quickly make a really loud thud- but you know that don't you? So after the thud I hear "wait a minute!" Then we are off....

To his credit my husband did not ask me why I wanted another antique dresser, or where I was going to put it. I like that about him, but I did not like the quite on the drive or his stone face because he does not want to do this. I used to tell him "this is the last time" when I have taken him on a journey that is no more fun then splinters under his fingernails but we have been married a long time. There is always another time, absolutely.

So we get to where we are supposed to be and before we get there I tell my husband that this place must be by the most glorious mansion turned apartment building in the city that I had been to once in my lifetime. And it is. But the dresser is not there which I expected because I knew something was wrong and that is why I wore my running shoes instead of sandals. A miscommunication she said. But if we meet her somewhere else in an hour it will be there......

Adventure! But my spidey senses are not tingling so we go home and I take the old dog for a walk to pick some wildflowers which is another mistake because they are mostly goldenrod or other wild things covered with bees and the bees don't like me. My phone pings a message and we are off again........

Glorious!!! The mirror of the dresser is ornate and glorious...and huge. But not to worry because I have a screwdriver in my purse and we can just take the mirror off. My husband does not bat an eye at this because it is not unusual for me to pull a screwdriver, a hammer, or even a power tool out of my Coach bag. He has no response to this. At this point I could happily drive away with just the mirror but that seems just rude so I take the whole thing. All my husband has to do is carry it to the truck and off, and into the house, and take one of my other dressers upstairs. Now I expected some push back here and I was not disappointed. "Why can't we put your other dresser in the living room?' Silly, I get claustrophobic with too much stuff in a room so let's put it at dear daughter's house. For some reason this statement strikes fear into his heart. "But we'll never get it back" he says with.........a whine? I swear I heard a whine there. "I'll put it upstairs."

Upstairs........I have a whole upstairs to furnish I think to myself. I mentally prepare my tool kit. Craig's list check. Foam mattress topper for the truck bed, check. Assortment of tools, check. Husband who does not like me going to the hood alone, check. I think I'm good. 

Sunday, August 31, 2014

Finding My Way

Growing pains is what my husband calls it. I had a little bit of a hard time adjusting to not living with my DD even though we see each other every day. I am feeling better about things now and I have a new hobby which is good. I guess I am finding my way.

I will have a small piece written about me in a local magazine in a couple months and will be in the local paper. It took a few days for the shock to wear off. When it did I had a crazy thought related to adoption. How would the adoptors react to that if they see it? I am sure when they do there occasional Google search to keep tabs on us they will eventually see it or somebody will tell them. How will they integrate their lies and the truth about me? The world says I am a good person but I am sure they will protest because it suits their agenda. Maybe some people will wonder if they lied about the birthmother of their daughter, that perhaps everything they claim could be suspect. Their adopted daughter might choose to think about that or maybe they will worry she will think about that. I can only speak for myself but I would hate to be proven a liar. It might not bother them at all.......

I am restless tonight. I polished my antique furniture with lemon oil to calm that restlessness and now I feel oily. lol   I like antiques because you can buy a good quality piece of furniture that will outlive you at a fraction of the price of new furniture if you can be patient and search unlikely places. It is like hunting to find that perfect piece at the perfect price. I have been wanting another Eastlake dresser and there is one for sale in excellent condition for about 1/4 of what it is worth. The seller is willing to take offers. Basically he is giving it away and I can just picture those beautiful pin and cove dovetail joints. I hope it is still available. If not I will continue the search.

I think I am restless because soon my grandchild will be born. My son and his wife have some stressors in their life right now and I worry. I know it is natural to worry but my psychic spidey senses are tingling. I tell myself it is just new grandmother jitters.

Anyways I know my blog has gotten very boring without all the rage that makes my writing interesting and I post less often then I used to.  Very little triggers me these days which is a good thing. Now that I have written this I guess I should find my way to bed.

Thursday, July 24, 2014

OT- Smooth Floors and Moving

"Well I guess I didn't expect this. You were going to move into the house and the moving day came and went. Then the other day I came home and your beds were gone and you had moved. I need to adjust."

That is what DD said to me today. I came home to MY house and everyone and all the dogs were there. Which is strange because a few days ago I went to HER house and everyone and all the dogs were there. Life changes on on the dime and sometimes the more things change, the more they stay the same. We are together, it is after work, dinner time and once again we are all together, but this time it is at my house. Why is this so strange? Why do we need to adjust to living a few hundred feet from another?

I don't know. I know DD and I both feel it and it is so hard to explain. It is hard to be two people who are really close to being one person and the confusion of where one ends and the other begins. But it is healthy to create some space and some privacy. In all honesty I could live with my daughter forever and absolutely love it. But there was a time when she was in college and we lived apart and that seemed okay and normal. I don't know how being not together seemed abnormal. But I want my daughter to have a "normal" life and I want a "normal" life too.I used to be okay with being a separate person. I don't know how things changed so much but I am sure my needing to come to terms with relinquishing a child to adoption played a huge part in all of this. I am just not sure how all the pieces fit or broke to change what was my life after adoption reunion.

So I want to focus on the positive. So let's talk about something as simple and yet so important as floors. I remember as a kid I lived in a Cape Cod house. In this house there were two out of four bedrooms that had hardwood floors that my father refinished. They were amazing. They never got old like the carpeting or linoleum did. I loved them and loved sliding on them with by stockinged feet.

Which brings me to my house. The whole ground floor is hardwood floors and a porcelain tile kitchen floor. The simplicity and timeless beauty does not escape me. DH did an amazing job of restoring the floors after we removed 40 year old carpet and linoleum. Smooth floors that are so clean and simple.I love the way they look and I love the way they feel under my feet.

And a memory. I was eight years old and was dancing to the metallic wind up music of my jewelry box. I was sliding on the hardwood floor in my room and tears were streaming down my face. It was the first time I had come to realize that my mother did not love me. It was a simple yet devastating truth that as a child I felt and accepted. My mother did not love me...........

As painful as that truth was, my music box and the rich smooth floors gave me comfort.At that moment, in that room, I had learned the biggest secret of my life and I was coming to terms with it as best as any child can come to terms with that reality.

And now I am soon to be a grandmother and my reality seems once again to be all about accepting the reality of my life on the terms of others. I made mistakes based on wanting to give and receive love. Now my floors are mine and I can slide on them and admire their beauty while once again accepting that love between people is a formidable bond that causes pain with separation, or the pain that love did not endure even though you thought it would. The more things change the more they stay the same. The floor once again is smooth and clean under my feet. But I am no longer a child.........

I think today I understand why my mother spends most of her time in her Cape Cod house  of my youth even though she owns three houses. I understand why she lives in the least of her houses while spending time in the other two. You really can't leave all the past behind if you have a choice.  At the very least the floors beneath your feet remind you of how you became who you are and why you made the choices you did, even if your choices were really not chosen by you. And if your are lucky the past is bittersweet instead of just bitter. After all- some of the choices you made that were all good and all heart and soul came from learning how how to slide your feet and dance through the pain.

So I just moved.

Sunday, June 22, 2014

"Can You Guess Who This Is?"

DH received a text and it started with that question.  I thought I had seen her a couple weeks back but told myself it wasn't her. Still I had a feeling that we were back in what I like to call "phantom contact" mode. I think some of this has to do with my relinquished daughter's age and upbringing. She appears to get bored, or unhappy with her adoptive parents and starts making contact. The type of contact in which no meaningful communication occurs, but lets us know that when she wants to contact us she will. Even though we have asked her not to.

Some people would call that stalking. I don't because although it is not kind it is not stalking. I am not going to give a histrionic reaction to this or start screaming that the sky is fallen. The sky is not falling, my life is still the same, my grape vines are still growing.

But I don't like it and I hope it does not continue. I gave up on a relationship with her. I did not like being treated like a second class citizen by the adoptive parents or her. I did not like that when I asked for common courtesy and respect I was told I did not deserve it because "You gave her away."  I did not like that I would always be treated in such a way and worse because that is what served them and their needs.

I get that adopted people have been the most damaged by adoption. I get that my relinquished daughter has more needs to try to heal from the trauma. What I do not accept is that I am not allowed to have any needs or that my family is not allowed to have needs. I see a pattern of behavior here that is disturbing. I am hoping that her adoptive parents will be frightened enough at the thought of her having her own mind at 18 that they will send her to an out of state college. Isn't that sad? Sad that I am pinning my hopes on the fears of the adoptive parents, and that is has come to this point for myself and my family?  What started out as a relationship filled with hope has become one of dread for me. Never in a million years would I have predicted this. first reaction to the texts was a flash of anger but I recovered pretty quickly. My DD was upset and put her arms around me and said "Mom, I am so sorry."  I told her not to be, it didn't hurt anymore. I just wanted her to be aware in case she was contacted. I thought about the text and the words "We used to be really close" and it just seems like a lie to me. We were not close, I just thought we were. I had to be taught by my relinquished daughter that I was not close to her, and that she did not want to love me. But I learned. And I do not care what anyone says about love. You either want to try to love someone or you don't. It may be that all the demons of adoption had kept her from trying to love me, but in the end she made that choice and banished me and my husband. By default that decision banished her from her siblings. That was not my decision, that was theirs.

My husband told me that the one thing he likes about my voice and point of view on my blog is that I am unrepentent. I won't pretend that I don't have these feelings or try to be likeable to my blog readers. This is my blog, this is my life. I don't want to put on a nice face or hide behind smoke and mirrors to be more palatable to those who feel threatened by my words. Because there is not only my truth, but the truth that other "birthmothers" may feel as I do. But who wants to write that and get slammed by those who want us to be forever seeking what we lost or forever suffering because of that loss? Nobody wants to read about a birthmother who puts her feelings and her family's feelings into account and perspective. That does not serve adoption and it does not serve the fantasy of reunion that is posted all over Youtube or the pay to find your family and be reunited sites. People need to get paid and reading my blog may keep money in pockets.

In my life I won't spend another two years or even two minutes believing in a relationship that has been severed. Like I said I was taught and......I learned.

Friday, June 6, 2014

I Thought I Saw Her The Day Before

In a car, while I was waiting to get my coffee. My relinquished daughter is distinctive looking and the young lady at the wheel looked like her.  I was behind this young lady in the drive-thru and she seemed to be a new driver as she took the turn wide and cautious. "Could she be driving now" I thought and -yes she is old enough to drive now. As she turned again I could see her profile clearly, and her face in her side mirror.

I felt nothing. My heart did not pound, my hands did not get sweaty. I did not want to run to her or run away. I just waited it out, pulled my visor down and was glad I had big sunglasses on. I wondered if it was truly her and thought it would not be wrong for her to be curious and take a drive by where I live because she knows where we live. There is no crime in that. Curiosity is a thing that I will never confuse with love, caring, or a desire to have a relationship with me.

I did not slip back into that disassociate state of numbness that lived with me before reunion. I was fully aware and engaged with all my emotions at that moment and since then. This is the new normal for me. I live in a world in which my relinquished daughter is just another person in the world to me. A person who is allowed to have the right to be curious, to travel the same roads, to live her life whilst I want the right to do as well without any contact between us. I don't fear her anymore, or more accurately I do not fear my response to seeing her.

When she drove away I went on with my day, just like I am doing today. I didn't think about it again until this morning. I think this is sad, but I am not disappointed in myself. I did not set out on this journey with the intent to become disinterested. My intentions were that I would have a loving relationship with my relinquished daughter and she with us. It just didn't work out that way and I can't manufacture emotions that no longer exist for me. Perhaps this is truly the acceptance stage of grief that people talk about.


Thursday, May 22, 2014

OT- Flora and Fauna

Finally in my yard there are some trees whose leaves are big enough for me to identify.  I have Pines, Black Cherry, Yellow Birch, Black Gum, Sassafras, and a few others I have yet to identify. I like that I do not have too many trees close to the house, and that I still have a relatively open yard. It makes it easier to view the wildlife that shows up.

I have seen more different species of birds in the last month than I have seen in my entire life. For example a pileated woodpecker just happened to show up a few days ago. I really need a bird identification field guide - will put that on my must have list.

My neighborhood got devastated by bad weather a few weeks ago. There was record rainfall that caused flash flooding in an area that had never seen a flash flood. There were some houses that had their basements cave in- even though they had never had foundation, or water problems before. It was heartbreaking to see people basically lose their houses as nobody here has flood insurance.

We did not suffer any severe damage because the previous owner built the house we live in. He and his family lived in the basement during the build for years so he built it strong. It is huge and basically unfinished -except for the extra shower and toilet down there. My neighbors did not fare as well and I feel very bad for them.

I finally moved some furniture into the house now that it is livable to my standards. Honestly I do not mean to be spoiled but I could not live with 40 year old carpet and linoleum. I am more of a hardwood and tile floor type of girl. We are getting closer to moving in. I just need to finish the upstairs and get one more bathroom finished. We will repaint the house and get the driveway repaired. Sometimes I feel like Tom Hanks in that old movie "The Money Pit". I am pretty handy so it pains me to pay people to fix things that are above my scope. If only I had just a bit more skill......

One of my favorite things that I obsess over is my grape arbor and the grape plants. Ok- that and getting rid of non-native invasive shrubs and plants. I actually get excited to look and see how many grape leaves are here today that were not here yesterday. Yes- I am boring like that. And I only kind of like grapes. I know- right?

I have lost the fight with the ground hogs, deers and rabbits. My Hostas are mere shreds of their former selves and at any given time I can walk in my yard and break an ankle. I wonder one day if the groundhogs will get together and undermine my yard so badly that when riding the mower I will fall into an endless sink hole. I see them watching me, I have my concerns.........

I wish I could freeze time and stay in this place of time forever. If there is a heaven I think when I die this is where I will be.