It’s been an emotionally draining period these last few weeks as we brought my father who is suffering from Alzheimer’s back to this area from Florida. It’s been hard watching him in his diminished physical and mental state and placing him in a local nursing facility where he could get the care he truly needs didn’t bring a lot of relief. There’s a constant mild anxiety, a sense of worry mixed with sorrow and just a little guilt.
I know that it will get better by degrees but that is small comfort in the moment.
Yesterday, I finally picked up a brush for the first time in a few weeks. I knew I had to get back into it because of obligations I have but more so because painting has been my escape route through the years, that place of retreat for me from the problems of the world. I have found that I can translate my problems, my concerns into paint and off my shoulders. It felt good yesterday but I still wasn’t able to fully get a foothold in that world. I was still straddling that calmer place and the new world and environment of my father.
I am sure it was partly because his situation represents a change in my normal routine. I am an extreme creature of habit and have worked for years to build a healthy and productive routine. So this change was an upheaval that will take some time to work around and rebuild a new routine that works for me.
I am hoping that today finds me closer to that other world in the paint. I feel that it will. But if it doesn’t do it today at least I have another constant, another part of my routine to which I can turn with the assurance that it will almost always have something to offer.
The baseball gods can be merciless. Ask a Chicago Cubs fan. But sometimes they show a little tenderness and mercy, giving you a wonderful gift (or an escape route) when you really need it.
Over the past few weeks it has been a real boost and diversion to watch the emergence of rookie catcher Gary Sanchez for the Yankees who has been putting on a historic power display as the heir apparent to the legacy of Ruth, Gehrig Dimaggio, Mantle and Jeter. There’s a buzz every time he steps to the plate that is a thrill to behold. I know that it can’t last at this pace but when the baseball gods smile you have to just enjoy the moment.
Plus these same baseball gods even decided to give a local Little League team from just down the road in Maine-Endwell a bit of magic as they made their way to the final game of the Little League World Series where they play the kids from South Korea today for the championship down in Williamsport.
So today I will visit Dad, try to find a world in the paint and root for those kids from Maine-Endwell. For this Sunday’s music, here’s a great song from Mabel Scott that pays homage to those baseball gods. It’s Baseball Boogie and the video features some great footage of Mickey Mantle, Duke Snider, Willie Mays and Ted Williams. Take a look, let your toes tap and have a great day. Go, Maine-Endwell!