xmas day.

anxiety around the shuffling involved in getting ready to leave. getting ready to leave when there's a holiday in the way of being able to run errands. deciding to work on xmas day instead. really disliking that table i am almost done working on. started having Major fear and nervousness around seeing family again. then a difficult conversation about the likelihood of future in or not in a partnership. wanting to be loved, for me. so the story goes and its boring. no, you can't think i'm perfect if you're not available- and you shouldn't find faults if you are. not sleeping full nights. woke up really early, called parents. last time was thanksgiving. i don't know how many times i have seen or heard them cry about me in one way or another. its never enough, and once i accepted that more into my life was i able to live my life more fully. (and not call them too often). thought i'd call and get it over with for the day, but i'm expected to call again later while my brother and his family are there. never enough. mom cried about her health and that i'm not there to help her. dad's going in for tests and surgery in the next month. he told me stories about (not sure how this started) how he worked that factory nickel-plating job for 10 yrs from 69 to 79. 2 jobs (3 for a while, one overnight), one from 7am-4, came home quickly to eat something, and then other job from 5-11. named so many people that died from that job, including his sicilian friend who worked there for 20yrs. it was extemely toxic. ...oh yeah, it started cuz he was going on about radiation and evil people in the world- and then cell phones and how he keeps his turned off- and, well, he started off our phone conversation with a rant about the (H)oly (S)pirit which is just his thing to do now.
he told me he heard about that job being toxic to people and found 4 houses to mow lawn at. realized he could make a few bucks more doing that than that toxic factory job. he asked me if i remembered him bringing me and my brother along with him to highland park after dropping my mom off at some seamstress job she started (the factory she worked at in new brunswick since 1963 when she moved to america closed down a yr before i was born) while he knocked on people's doors looking for more lawns to mow. 50 houses. no one said yes and no one called him. somehow after a while he said he found 20 houses to work at...
i remember him taking me to that factory to get his paycheck or something. it was scary as hell! NOISey, huge machines and weird chemicals. the best thing i remember was that people were really nice and happy to meet me, and my dad had bought me a canned grape soda which i was carrying around in my little hand.

so i cried after hanging up. my cat licked my tears (it was kinda gross but sweet so whatever, i was sad). he wouldnt stop though and my face ended up feeling a lot more wet!