Just an update on the Marshmallows over the past year, during which this blog has suffered. All of these happened or are ongoing. Some for actually longer than a year. Here we go:
- My friend "Rob", who was taken off of life support and miraculously lived through the ordeal decided to start a new life by leaving his wife of 30 years and family. No divorce, just left. Currently running about the world, spending money and not dealing with real life. I've cut him out of my life.
- One of my best companions, Shadow Marshmallow, died. His brother, who happens to be the face of this blog, is still with us and doing fine.
- My mother-in-law began the slow, terrible decline into senility and is currently continuing to fail in mind and body.
- My father-in-law is slowly dying of esophageal cancer.
- I'm going into surgery for removal of the medial meniscus ligament in my left knee tomorrow.
- The above will only happen if:
- I can shake my cold in the next 18 hours
- I don't catch the flu from Lady Marshmallow
- the predicted snowstorm doesn't close the surgery center
Just a sampling.
Now, this is nothing, really. It's what we call "Life". This happens to everyone across the world every day. No pity is being asked for. But what I realize is that if I don't have an outlet for the normal stresses of everyday life, things feel much worse. That's where I go wrong.
So, that's where I need to make sure that I don't let the apathy monsters get me. When I DO finally sit down and begin to type, I need to keep going. Which means for anyone still left reading these missives, you will be tortured with sloppy, unstructured writing. It may ramble. It may not come full circle and end properly. But the words will be here.
So do me a favor. If you read this, please comment. And I mean it when I say I want no pity, because you all deal with this stuff too, yet manage to keep writing. So even if your comment is simply, "Hey! I read your blog.", that'll work for me.
In the meantime, the good news is that Wolfgang Amadeus Marshmallow is crushing it at college and is most of the way through his junior year already. The pianos there are exploding with the sound of his playing, and we are loving it. As for the other Marshmallows, they're all just fine too. And that's the good part of life, isn't it?