I want to talk about life’s ups and downs.
About extremes and trying to find the middle ground.
A wonderful week in Florida; two magical weeks in Prague.
Then I come home.
Husband laid out, on oxycodone,
After work accident led to surgery.
A new kitchen floor installed.
Refrigerator and dining table in living room.
Washer, dryer, dishwasher in driveway.
No hot water in kitchen sink.
Piles of dishes.
Lugging hot water from downstairs bath in pitchers.
Piles of laundry.
Dragging baskets to parents’ houses.
Husband in tears from pain; his boss whines,
“I’m losing money without him. I’m so stressed I need a massage.”
Then just as things are looking up, it happens.
Mother-in-law has a heart attack.
Survives five bypasses, only to end up with blood clot and paralyzed legs.
Emergency surgery doesn’t save her.
Funeral plans. Countless phone calls to relatives.
Final viewing. Burial.
Father-in-law’s blood sugar plummets.
Picked up by the PD for erratic driving.
Rushed to hospital.
Okay for now.
Two co-workers announce they have new jobs.
Boss is leaving for China.
Work follows me on my so-called vacation.
Thanks to invention of Smartphone.
Is there enough wine in the universe to help me forget?
Will this, too, really pass?
They say when it rains, it pours.
It is pouring.
But I am alive.
I am healthy.
I am free?
Still, I wonder,
Is there always a price to pay
And the desire to be free?