April is pretty packed, Arizona this weekend then back to Manhattan Beach the next. But first, I write…
There’s a house in Bend, Oregon that is within reach and is absolutely beautiful. Whenever I go through a town I like, I obsessively Zillow it to death to see if it’s feasible. Bend seemed great, until I looked at ways to get there. The only way is to drive, flights are $800 round trip with 2 stops making it an 8 hour trip. That really puts a damper on getting anywhere quickly or anyone ever coming to see me. It was a nice thought while it lasted.
My husband keeps saying I should go back to Manhattan Beach, especially because of my mom needing me soon. Being a full time caregiver doesn’t thrill me, the time is coming pretty soon though. This weekend is her 1st cousin’s 84th birthday, he’s been touch & go for the last year at least. He gave me a big hug last time I saw him and said, “I will see you again.” Yes he will, for his birthday after a year of being in & out of hospitals. Death doesn’t come at a specific time, it could be 5 min. or 5 years, you just don’t know? That’s the case with my mom, am I signing up for 5 years or 15? Some of my friends parents are well into their 90’s. Our former neighbors have both sets of parents living, all in their mid-late 90’s. My mom does great still, the vultures are circling though and she needs help.
I put up a picture on Instagram of a embroidery design I made then had digitized, an old friend of mine commented then said he just moved to MB! Lengthy story, we met in our late teens through my college BF. My college BF went to my HS, his dad was a teacher there, he was actually from West LA and would commute with his dad. We’re not in touch, I always stayed in touch with his best friend who was from 90210. Not in touch more than decade check ins, still it was always good to catch up. I was so excited when he said that he lived there now! PM’d my cell, told him we’d be down in a few weeks…crickets. Txt’d my BIL we’d be down for my H bday, the same. Hard to make dinner reservations when no one gets back to you??
Being a woman can be such a curse. I go right back to being 19 yrs old when I get that kind of news and almost 40 years of life has moved on since then. Do I want to move back to a town where I have childhood/teenage memories and am coming back as a 56 year old to take care of my mom (maybe get a few cats??). Ugh. Last time I went to the beach I got about 10 points of volleyball in before I had to call for a sub, everyone else else still looks smok’in hot in a bikini at my age. I recognize it’s LA and there’s probably some surgery (& eating disorders) involved, there’s just not a chance in hell I’m playing v-ball in a bikini ever again.
On that thought, I’m going for a baby shower of a pro volleyball player and that part makes me smile. When I could play without a sub, her mom & I would play at the pier and put our kids in cribs on the beach. Our boys played for Golden West and were roommates there. We raised the kids as cousins practically, so this is really exciting!!
There’s some relief in being older that I’m not expected to partake in the bikini contest anymore. I’ve already missed a lot, I like the idea of being there and helping my friend become grandma then watching the baby on the beach while they play vball, like I did with the soon to be mommy. Maybe it’s all good and I can go back as an adult and not a teenager? One thing’s for sure, no more HS alumni events. Our last one we were the only ones not announced at the football game, then cropped out of the group selfie. Whatever 🙂