Well, I'm back in Florida and I'm trying to settle in for the summer.
It's going to be an interesting few months. I don't think I've said a single word about it here, but my Grandfather has leukemia. He was diagnosed last summer, on my birthday. He went in for treatment and went into remission in September. The past year has been a tough one, filled with negativity, mostly on his part, and mostly because I haven't been able to come to Florida very much due to the schedule for the workshop I was attending. He's been at Anderson in Texas for the past few weeks recieving treatments and comes back today with my Grandmother.
My Grandfather's a really tough sort of a guy. He's a Holocaust survivor and has a very no nonsense approach to pretty much everything in life, and for the most part that has involved making me feel like I'm the scum of the earth. [Highlights included when my lip was pierced, he took my family out to lunch and berated me in the restaurant. He also doesn't believe that my aspiration to direct movies means anything. The nicest thing he's said about any of my short work that he's seen is "Well, it ran ten minutes, so it's almost a movie"].
Despite all of this, I love my Grandfather. I hate it that he'll never accept what I want to do with my life, or understand most of the choices that I've made, but it's something that I can live with. The two of them are only going to be in town until July 5th, when he goes back for more intense treatment. I wasn't prepared for this when I came home. I sit here on the verge of a meltdown, because he may want to make up for the past 6 months worth of time that he's been unable to see me, and treatment puts him in a very bad mood. I hope that he can entirely beat this, and still have some good years left.
On a lighter note, I close with phone cam pics.
Kittie
Elephant on 34th St
The Batmobile.
And a me.
It's going to be an interesting few months. I don't think I've said a single word about it here, but my Grandfather has leukemia. He was diagnosed last summer, on my birthday. He went in for treatment and went into remission in September. The past year has been a tough one, filled with negativity, mostly on his part, and mostly because I haven't been able to come to Florida very much due to the schedule for the workshop I was attending. He's been at Anderson in Texas for the past few weeks recieving treatments and comes back today with my Grandmother.
My Grandfather's a really tough sort of a guy. He's a Holocaust survivor and has a very no nonsense approach to pretty much everything in life, and for the most part that has involved making me feel like I'm the scum of the earth. [Highlights included when my lip was pierced, he took my family out to lunch and berated me in the restaurant. He also doesn't believe that my aspiration to direct movies means anything. The nicest thing he's said about any of my short work that he's seen is "Well, it ran ten minutes, so it's almost a movie"].
Despite all of this, I love my Grandfather. I hate it that he'll never accept what I want to do with my life, or understand most of the choices that I've made, but it's something that I can live with. The two of them are only going to be in town until July 5th, when he goes back for more intense treatment. I wasn't prepared for this when I came home. I sit here on the verge of a meltdown, because he may want to make up for the past 6 months worth of time that he's been unable to see me, and treatment puts him in a very bad mood. I hope that he can entirely beat this, and still have some good years left.
On a lighter note, I close with phone cam pics.
Kittie
Elephant on 34th St
The Batmobile.
And a me.
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but I loved him never-the-less, like yourself!
on a happy happy note...that is the freakin batmobile!!!! yay!!!!!!