My dad’s birthday

It should be a happy day; it was once.  It’s my dad’s third birthday since he passed, I think.  I’ve lost count…that whole part of my life is a blur.  What is it now?  His un-birthday?  My kids won’t even remember it…I don’t remember my grandfathers’.  I miss him.  I normally work from home on Fridays, but I found an excuse to go to work so I don’t have to be alone with my thoughts all day.

My good friend is doing the fade on me.  I really have to go “no contact” on him.  What a day.

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Random

My boss asked me today about Hinduism/Buddhism and detachment.  “How,” she wondered, “do you have a detached marriage?”  “And if you love someone and that person dies, are you supposed to not grieve?”

I don’t know the answer.  It’s something I’ve wondered about myself, though I haven’t given it much thought in a long time.

My husband also thought that the Gita says not to feel at all–never to laugh too hard, or cry.  And I disagree with that to an extent.  I think the Gita says to feel the feelings, but not to let them govern your actions.  Self-control, basically.

Two years old

My son turned two a couple of weeks ago.  He’s so big now–a boy, not a baby.   My daughter’s first words were “up” and “duck.”  My son’s were “car,” “ball,” and “mom.”  My husband said “he’s a boy, all right.”

My friend requested to be his godfather.  Which I was very happy about, except we don’t really have godparents in Indian culture and the only context I’ve ever heard the word in is in the context of Mafia dons.

I haven’t blogged much lately; I’ve entered into correspondence with an old friend, and I’ve been writing fiction and poetry.

We may have to move cross country for my husband’s medical training.  This disturbs me as I have a very nice job here, we have a house here, my mom is here, and I have some old friends here.  We have 11 months to figure out what we will do.

So that’s the roundup.