In the last month, life has been eventful. More than I realized it would be. Oct 24 was the opening of High School Musical 3 - I organized a district-wide event for choir and 400+ middle school girls showed up and screamed everytime ZE appeared on screen. It was sooooo much fun! I was probably the only choir director there who was having as much fun as the girls. Afterwards, I focused 200% of my energy on organizing/hosting Solo & Ensemble Contest for Region 9 middle school choir. I knew that I would be walking a lot during this event, but really and truly, I did not understand just how much walking would be involved. As the organizer/host, I have never felt pulled in so many directions at once - that was CRAZY! But fun. After this event was over, I lost all focus. But I had to try to regain some focus b/c Men's Choir Concert was the event following S/E Contest. Men's Choir Concert was good, but events surrounding it soured the experience for me. Male choir directors who act like divas disgust me. Unfortunately, there were 2 of them. ugh.
So, the Riser life is rolling along nicely. On a personal front, we went to my mother's and to the Risers for Thanksgiving. It was a split day and it worked out fine. My mother had knee replacement surgery a week before T-day, so Steve and I went to see her. After a 5 year estrangement with very limited contact, this was not an easy decision. But since I severed the relationship, I figured that I would offer an olive branch. Honestly, I have matured exponentially in the last 5 years, and so much of it is due to the boundaries that I have set up with my mother. But my life is out of emotional balance these days, so I went to see her. I knew that it would difficult just walking in the house, and it was - the clutter was still in existence. The clutter in my mother's house makes one feel crowded, there is sooooo much of it. All that is left are pathways to walk through the house. Her metal canopy bed stuck in the middle of my sister's childhood room - none of the childhood things had been removed, mind you. All of it was still on the shelves collecting a 25th layer of dirt, plus all of my mother's personal things. A store-bought entertainment unit empty of all media was filled from top to bottom with folded quilts. On the top of the unit was a flat screen tv. Evidently, my childhood bedroom is filled top to bottom (there are 10 ft. ceilings in this house), and corner to corner with stuff. You cannot enter in this room at all. The Christmas tree remains up - all year long - nailed into the ceiling, the ornaments collecting their 10th year of dust. Yes, folks, she's had that tree up at least 10 years. There is stuff EVERYWHERE in this house. She should now be an urban legend in that town.
So, the visit.....when we drove up, BaiLee (my 6yo niece) came out the back door to "greet" us. She pointed to the dog and said "That's Taz." BaiLee doesn't really know us. She was a baby when Steve and I got married and it's been 5 yrs since. She has only seen pictures of us on Mom's fridge (yet another thing cluttered with 25 yrs worth of images). We went in and sat down with Mom - moving slow from the knee replacement. BaiLee's dad, Chuck, was there as well. Evidently, Linda Joy (my younger sister and BaiLee's mother) was in the shower.
Let me backtrack just a moment....my sister is a drug addict and goes on/off the radar. Her life has spiraled out of control in the last 7-8 years. After BaiLee was born, my grandmother died and I got married - combined all of that with postpartum and well, you get the picture. Linda Joy is 32yo and has never had any real degree of accomplishment in her adult life. It is a sad, sad reality - out of anyone's control. An intervention was staged a few yrs back by her co-workers, it didn't work. Her trailer and car were repossessed, she no longer has custody of her children and she doesn't have a job. Now, that mother is needing help, Linda Joy has shown up to be a temporary caregiver. The last time I saw LJ was at Grandma's funeral in March.
Mother has told me that LJ had arrived to help and that her hair was matted. I didn't understand the severity of the situation until I saw her. She came out of the bathroom and I saw her in the next room, her hair was wet and pulled back into a ponytail. I immediately noticed the weight gain - she says it is 20lbs, I'd ventured to guess it's more like 30-40lbs. But it was her hair that mesmerized me. When she turned her head I saw the enormous knot of hair. Beginning at the top of her head, the matting began and kept going down to the back of head at the bottom. The knot of hair encompassed the whole backside of her head and she combed over it with the hair that was left and put that in a ponytail. Mom said that when LJ goes into depressions, she lays in bed for 2 mos and does nothing. When I hugged her once, I smelled the shampoo, but the second time I hugged her, I smelled the smoke. LJ smokes, so that smell just settled in her hair. She needs to shave her head entirely to allow healthy hair to grow back. There is NO WAY to comb any of it out. I cannot tell you why a huge knot of hair is gut-wrenching, but it is.
We had lunch, that LJ and Chuck prepared. Mom came to the table to eat with us. Chuck and BaiLee left before lunch began - at BaiLee's urging. That child is a hand full. She is the size of the 9yo and acts like a 2 yo. She throws tantrums, doesn't respect authority, and completely disregards LJ. Lunch was good, we tried to convince LJ to cut her hair.
The clincher was that Mom made a peace offering - the wedding photos. We have our wedding album, but getting that was the reason for the separation. The rest of the wedding photos, including my bridal portrait proofs, have been in her possession since we got married. Steve and I found my framed bridal portrait in the living room of Mom's house stuffed between a wall and a storage chest. Steve wanted me to take it, but I couldn't. We couldn't find our wedding portrait - I know that it has been framed and it is somewhere, but we couldn't find it. During the visit, Mom said "I kept what I wanted and put in the framed bridal portrait." To which I thought "Yes, and I see how much value you place on that possession." So, now, after 5 yrs, I have all of my wedding proofs. The Risers were never able to see them, so we are going to take a few that we want and give the rest to them. After that peace offering, it was time for me to go. I had had enough.
The rest of Thanksgiving Day was spent at the Risers - it was pleasant and normal.
