You know, the kids are obsessed with â€œfrozen,â€ so weâ€™ll play â€œlet it goâ€ on youtube and it always links up/leads to other kids videos, including one called â€œAnya, the C-Section.â€ Thanks You Tube!
First Son: I canâ€™t wait to have children.
Me: Oh yeah? Good for you. Please wait til after college.
First Son: Where do babies come from?
Me: Uhâ€¦.men and women have sexual intercourse.
First Son: [laughs] What?
Me: I know, right? Good night!
I was too tired to think of any other more suitable answer and I also didnâ€™t want to lie. I told Husband he needs to fix this one.
The last disease thing I watched was the ER midnight reruns back when my dad first got diagnosed. Anthony Edwardsâ€™ character dies of a brain tumor. My cousin Aimee was like that sounds excruciating, and it was, but I did it because it served was a blueprint, a sample of what it might be like.
Initially, I avoided this film about a lady professorâ€™s descent into Alzheimerâ€™s. Hologram Boss said it was depressing, and that was as good as police crime scene caution tape for me, but my mom said it was fine, so I gave it a go.
As a film, itâ€™s quite simple. Itâ€™s not much different than a TV disease movie, simplistic and not great. What makes it remarkable is Julianne Mooreâ€™s performance and her scenes with Kristen Stewart, also believable and natural in this (is this pop star actress talented or does Julianne Moore make everyone up their game?) Everyone else in the flick is kind of like wallpaper, but I still found the film helpful. It helped to see this character lose it, to imagine what my dad might be grappling with and what we might expect in the future. Julianne Mooreâ€™s Alice says she wishes she had cancer instead–and I was so glad to hear that because I totally agree! If I could rank crap illnesses, dementia is worse than cancer, no competition.
Recently, I decided to be more open about dadâ€™s dementia, as in, if it comes up in conversation, I won’t censor myself from mentioning it. When itâ€™s this secret, it is more likely to torpedo my spirits. Maybe acting like itâ€™s normal will make it feel more normal. Mom attended a lecture that said “people with dementia have left our world and cannot come back. All we can do is follow them into their world for a while.” That is tough. It is hard to just go with what Dad says and does, instead of trying to correct him and bring him back to the present (and in his case, since he has dementia, itâ€™s not exactly like Alzheimer’s anyway. His short term memory, physical skills, and communication are shot but he still recognizes me and can get to my house). I recognize how my mom shuts down from time to time when dealing with the endless paperwork involved to get the right care, because I shut down too. I get a metaphysical and actual physical headache.
I thought I had found a neat trick to play on myself. I would pretend my father died in 2002 when we first found he had an aggressive brain tumor and that the person who is still here is his ghost. I thought, yeah, that could be comforting, because I see friends who have lost parents and miss them terribly, so Iâ€™m fortunate enough to see his ghost. I think it helped for like four hours, but when I shared the theory aloud, I checked my gut–yup, still hurt. I cannot Jedi mind-trick around this one.
But maybe that’s the point. You’re supposed to feel and get through the crap parts, there’s no secret circumventive passageway, etc. In the film, the character who can connect to Alice is the daughter who is an actress, which makes sense because actors are trained to be in the present, something necessary to get along with folks who now live in a different time-space continuum. I try to be as gentle with my dad as he is with me. He is the one person, after all, who loves me best of all in the world (everyone loves my kids more, as they should), and isn’t that something?
I read this recent GQ profile of Amy Schumer and greatly enjoyed her. Who knows how long her success will last, though I really like what I’ve seen of her jokes. What I really respond to is how honest and direct she is. It inspires me to keep writing. We all respond to honesty, dude, especially because most of the world is so fake!
There are so many gross things to witness when you have kids. Buckets of poop. Bloodied heads, etc. etc. Husband said we needed to check the stroller because the bag had an odd odor, probably due to being outside during a torrential downpour. I emptied, sprayed it, boom. He still said it was stinky with a cloud of fruit flies orbiting its nucleus. He described a hereto ne’er used pocket where there was a banana. He said it had been there so long it had liquified…really? Was that necessary life? Sadly, it’s not my first banana tableu. I may stop eating them altogether.
Yes, the story is sometimes annoying, but I really like Noah Baumbach and Greta Gerwigâ€™s work. Her acting is so natural, she is completely believable as the character to the point you think sheâ€™s playing herself, but there was a Times articles discussing how she filmed one scnee 42 times. Ugh. Art is so weird, you bust your butt to make something seem effortless but it actually doesnâ€™t feel that when you perform. I think of dance as a more obvious example â€“ they work out like fiends, take class, practice choreo over and over again, so that in performance, it looks like â€œoh itâ€™s so easy to fly and make your leg 180 and be tucked behind your head at the same time). You move so easily, it looks like your body is a scarf someone threw in the air, when in reality, your knees and hips might be popping, your hammies are in excruciating pain, etc. etc.
In any case, this film reminded me of how spazzy people in their twenties are and made me feel like I have yet to transcend that spazziness. See entry on “coffee.”
On my morning commute, I spilled coffee on my shoulder. In the office, I had to sequester myself in the private bathroom and wash my shirt and bra. I am sitting in a wet bra as I write this. Hooray! What is wrong with me? How did your day start? To me, this reiterates that I can never get a job in banking. My shirt still smells like coffee. Ewwwwww.