A few years ago I restarted an old, dusty blog when the situation surrounding taking an Alaskan cruise with my mother became so surreal I had to write about it. “Travels With Jim” was reborn. It helped me see the humor through the stress. I still reread it just for giggles. Usually when I’ve had too much champagne (kind of like right now).
Well, I’m facing a similar situation, also having to do with my mother. So to save my liver, I’m trying to manage the stress by writing about the trials and tribulations of a mid-50s gay son as he tries to figure out how to make sure his slightly demented (dementia-ed?), alcoholic, chain smoking, immobile, Republican, (suddenly) Catholic (again), bitter, angry, foul-tempered, opinionated mother doesn’t
- Burn the place down
- Get a DUI on her “mobility assistance device”
- Piss off EVERYONE who has tried to help her, or
- Die alone
It ain’t fuckin’ easy.
So it’s time to dust off this old blog. Let the healing begin.