Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Times that Walk from You

There is something particularly MIDLIFE about realizing the newest music on your Ipod was discovered by you more than five years ago. Sure, things caught your ear since that last download -- a song on a television show, in the bumper of a radio program. But you were squashed flat then, not energetic or curious enough to accept the invitation. You didn't go searching. The chances passed away along with the days and no new music there to mark them.


Live long enough and we all have times like this. Yet now I find myself awake again, in an unusually wet Northern California spring when I just turned thirty nine. I download new music and listen while I run along the bike path next to Big A, who just got the training wheels taken off her bike. My knees ache as she pedals. I'm not fast or particularly in shape. But it still feels really good to get out there and be aware of every step. I feel awake.

The world remains full of car accidents and hurtling asteroids. My house still sits on the left side of the Hayward Fault. Inside the house newer cracks menace: My father in law has been seriously ill and my husband and his family haven't dealt well. D., my husband, lost his job, found another, and then lost that one -- all within a span of six months. My freelance work dried up at the same time. Not that my freelance work, even when gangbusters, would ever approach covering our mortgage payment.

I chose not to be scared during the first bout of D.'s joblessness, but now that's hard to swing. The severance package is eaten fast by regular expenses. Worse, my husband fell apart -- depressed, anxious, not sleeping. Lashing out at me during his father's illness. Vacillating between panic about our inevitable financial doom and announcements that now would be a great time to blow thousands of dollars on impromptu, extravagant vacations. Turns out D. secretly went off his meds at the worst possible time. Now he's medicated again, but damage has been done.

Honestly, I don't know what comes next. Do we lose the house? Leave California? Is our marriage destined for the ditch? I can't tell. I do not know. I cannot scrounge a magic coin to throw into the wishing well.

But there's the music, all that new music. From the Ipod and also preschool. Songs of longing, loss and loving. Stories of lady bugs and Easter Sunday. We sang these songs and dug a new garden for vegetables and flowers. The girls are screaming, whirling, laughing. And I'm relearning how to join in.

4 comments:

Sara said...

Man, I am so sorry things are tough right now. I hope everything works out for you guys - it's a definite possibility! I don't know if it makes you feel any better, but a lot of us are in similar situations. Take care...

Rosepetal said...

It sounds very tough, all that uncertainty and financial worries are one of the worst types. I hope things start looking up soon.

Mama to Monkeys said...

I just looked at your blog the other day in my google reader and I wondered what you have been up to and how your family is.

I'm so, so sorry to hear that you have encountered so many challenges in the past year. Fwiw, we're there too in so many ways. Hubby lost his job a year and a few months ago and then got a "job" but is seriously underemployed earning half of what he used to and barely enough to cover our bills, but certainly not groceries, gas, and insurance.

One thing that has helped tremendously is marriage counseling. Even though we can't afford it, we certainly can't NOT afford it.

I pray that you and D. are able to find that common, loving ground again and claw your way out the depths of where you are.

Hugs and love to you and your family from Florida.

Anime Fans said...

sounds very tough