Deadbeat

“For every father who steps out to get a pack of cigarettes, never to be heard of again, there is a child who grows up with an inerasable sense of abandonment, despite any success they may achieve in life. I hope it was worth the smoke, you deadbeat motherfucker.” ~ Beryl Dov, 50 Shades of Green: Poems and Aphorisms about Time, Aging and Childhood

I cannot know how she is feeling because I grew up with both my father and mother. I saw her crying in her room last Friday and when I asked her what was wrong, she said that it was the night of the father and daughter dance at school, and she said that she had been dodging questions from her classmates as to the whereabouts of where her father is.

She knows where her father is. He is in Brooklyn, less than ten miles away from where we are. He has never made attempts to see her. Prior to the new year, she even sent him a “friend” request on a social media site. Not only did he not accept her request, he even took the extra step to block her.

She cries, not because she longs for him, but because she cannot understand why her own father, her own flesh and blood, wants nothing to do with her.

I cannot understand it either.

Venezia è Bella

“But maybe every life looked wonderful if all you saw was the photo albums.” ~ Liane Moriarty, What Alice Forgot

As I had mentioned, I finally had the chance to upload my photos from Venice – over a thousand! I will spare everyone from that, however, and will only post a select few.

Our holiday was nothing short of fabulous. It was a quick holiday – only five nights and six days, but we managed to pack in a lot during that short time.

We arrived at the airport in the early afternoon and took a shuttle bus into Venice. Upon arriving in Venice, we had to take a water taxi (vaporetto) to our stop, Rialto Mercato. We stayed at a very charming AirBnb apartment near the famous Rialto Bridge.

Throughout our stay in Venice, we managed to take a few guided tours that included St. Mark’s Basilica, the islands of Murano, Burano, and Torcello, and a simple guided tour around the heart of Venice. G even met a famous Venetian painter and bought a few of his paintings.

We also took a day trip to Milan and to Lake Como. My only regret is that we didn’t have enough time to see more sights.

Single Parent Life

“Don’t be ridiculous, Charlie, people love the parents who beat their kids in department stores. It’s the ones who just let their kids wreak havoc that everybody hates.” ~ Christopher Moore, A Dirty Job

The life of a single parent is hard. It is damn hard. There are many days when I wonder how I can possibly do it all – wake up, make her breakfast and a lunch to bring to school, race to get her to school, race to make it to work on time, race to pick her up from afterschool, bring her to her scheduled activities, go home and make dinner, spend time with her, do household chores, exercise – and still stay somewhat sane.

On Monday night, she asks me if I am going to her spring concert. “Sure,” I said. “When is it?”

“Tomorrow night,” she answers.

“What?! Tomorrow night? Why are you just telling me about it now?”

“I forgot,” she retorted.

I told her that because I was not given ample notice and that I already had other things planned for Tuesday evening, I would not be able to attend the spring concert but that I would still drive her to school so that she could perform. She seemed content with that.

On Tuesday, I drove her to school in the evening and I picked her up after the concert. I asked her how it went, and she said that it went fine. She then mentioned to me how “Ally’s mom and JJ’s mom were there and they recorded me and told me how great I was.” I told her that I would ask them for a copy.

When we got home, she asked, “What did you do the whole time during my concert?”

I told her that I had made dinner and some other household chores. She said, “That’s it?”

I answered, “Yes, that’s it.” I could tell she was angry that I did not attend her spring concert, but after all the prior weeks preparing for her Communion, I really was not in the proper frame of mind to attend her Spring Concert, especially considering that she had failed to mention it to me until the prior night.

She then blurted out, “I wish you were like other moms.”

I told her that I wished that I was like other moms, too, and that I wished I could get the help that they have — a husband or a family to help them with everything since I was alone and doing all the work of bringing home an income, making sure that she gets to/from school, eats three times a day, and has activities she can do to keep her mind and body busy.

Some days are just damn hard. Yesterday was one of them.

Communion

“Love and Compassion are the true religions to me. But to develop this, we do not need to believe in any religion.” ~ Dalai Lama XIV

G had her First Communion this past Saturday. In her words, she feels “good.” I am proud of her.

We had a small luncheon after Mass at the neighborhood Greek restaurant. After lunch, we went to visit the local firefighters as the city was holding an open house at all the firehouses around the city.

It was a great Saturday. Sunday was not so bad either as I finally had time to upload my photos from my recent trip to Italy. I’ll be posting those soon – cheers!

Unfinished

“It would be much better if I could only stop thinking. Thoughts are the dullest things. Duller than flesh. They stretch out and there’s no end to them and they leave a funny taste in the mouth. Then there are words, inside the thoughts, unfinished words, a sketchy sentence which constantly returns … It goes, it goes … and there’s no end to it. It’s worse than the rest because I feel responsible and have complicity in it. For example, this sort of painful rumination: I exist, I am the one who keeps it up. I.” ~ Jean-Paul Sartre, Nausea

I have about a dozen unfinished (and unpublished) entries on here. I sign in quite often, write a few paragraphs, but then inevitably become distracted, get called away, or otherwise become unavailable (mentally and physically) to complete my thoughts.

A few weeks ago I started to write about MJ, a friend with whom I was enamored but inexplicably never took an interest to me. I contacted him via text message after over a decade of no contact. He has not changed. He is still not interested in me.

Then I wrote another entry, also unfinished, about a book that I had borrowed at the library: A Gentleman in Moscow, by Amor Towles. I had almost finished reading it, but the book was due back at the library with no opportunity to extend the loan because another patron had already requested it. Apparently it is a popular book, and there is no mystery why. It is a great read that sweeps you up and back to a time of wealth and classic beauty. Would you believe that the book is in such high demand that I am on a waiting list to borrow it again? I might just buy the book as it is worthy of any book collection. Plus, I am quite anxious to find out how the story ends.

I also have an enormous amount of photos to upload. I finally sucked it up and bought a DSLR camera. Now that I have been tinkering around with it, the photos I take with my phone are no longer adequate. The difference in quality is just too apparent.

Plus, I was in Italy recently. Venice, no less. I took over a thousand photos from my one week holiday. I’ll be uploading those photos from my camera soon, and hopefully will get a chance to share them here.

Cheers!