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I just drafted three entries in succession, all about how progress is an illusion and we usually end up right back where we started from. But I didn't post any of them, because the timing is wrong and, what is more, will probably never be right. So maybe that does count as progress.

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duccio From: duccio Date: October 17th, 2010 03:51 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I guess you must be back home after your road trip. I was hoping for some Pics of your travels, especially from NOLA. How is progress on the move coming along? I packed up and moved my mom out here to CA from FL in 1989 after my dad passed. What an ordeal that was, and then the getting her settled here, and all the process of the medical, pension info, this that and the other, not to mention all the rest... She lived another 14 years here, out in Walnut Creek... but I wonder if I survived. Good luck with everything. *Pictures. * Pictures.*
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 17th, 2010 04:48 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I suppose I should have posted an "I'm back" entry, but since the only non-Facebook readers I have these days have other ways of figuring that out -- assuming they care -- I just didn't get around to it.

You're right about how tiring the moving process is. Moving is hard anyway, but under these circumstances it seems overwhelmingly enervating.

You know, as far as the photography goes, I was driving so far, in such a short time, that I simply didn't have the opportunity to take many pictures. I snapped a few from the driver's seat. And I did spend an hour in New Orleans walking around with my camera and a few minutes each in Tuscaloosa, Alabama and a small West Texas Town. Oh, and I took a few pictures at my parents' house, which have since been superseded.

Before the trip, I had visions of stopping by the roadside periodically to frame some excellent Americana à la Robert Frank. But I did too much driving on interstates, to make time, and too much at night to come up with anything decent. Even my New Orleans shots aren't very good, by my standards, because the narrow streets made it impossible to rein in the vanishing point without a shift lens.

I still may come up with something to post, though, if I can forget my latest vow to disappear myself from these parts. Two days ago I was certain that I'd finally reached the end of my rope. Yet the inertia of belonging has once again proven harder to overcome than I'd envisioned.

At this point, though, there are so many areas of my life where that inertia is the dominant force that it's a wonder everything doesn't just come to a grinding halt. Without a new source of energy, how long can the same-old same-old keep puttering forward?
duccio From: duccio Date: October 17th, 2010 05:29 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Same o'/same o'? Puttering around? Hah! 'fore you know it, it's six feet undah.

Move On, dos Charlies!
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 17th, 2010 07:12 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Moving on is not my forté, alas.
quuf From: quuf Date: October 17th, 2010 06:07 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
I've been thinking about you and K a lot these past weeks; your example has helped me a great deal. I moved back to L.A. last year because I knew I was needed here. The move was nothing if not timely: Dad has had seven melanomas excised (and some re-excised) from him this year, had some lymph nodes removed last month, and now has conjunctivitis in both eyes. Hard as it's been to watch, I know that worse is to come. It's like living on a houseboat in the Niagara River.

Normally, I'd assume a cross-country road trip would take your mind off things for the duration -- but not if you're hauling all that history behind you. I'm glad you were able to do a little sightseeing, anyway.

It's hard watching loved ones suffer, especially if you have a complicated relationship with them (as I do with Dad). But is there consolation in knowing you're a good son? When I worked at a hospital in my late teens, I volunteered to work on Christmas day, and was thrown by the number of elderly patients who had no visitors.
cbertsch From: cbertsch Date: October 17th, 2010 07:14 pm (UTC) (LINK TO SPECIFIC ENTRY)
Likewise. Your comments have helped a lot. There is so much hardness in this hard that I can't even come close to explaining. But knowing that others are reading and that some have dealt and/or are dealing with similar problems is comforting, somehow.
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