Oct 092006

I know driving is very bad. It’s a very bad thing. It will probably be the end of North America society, I know. It is most especially bad to be driving a great honking 4×4 in the city to get to a friend’s house, a mere ten blocks away.
But sometimes there is good in the bad, and on a day, just the other day, I was doing just that, driving my great honking 4×4 from my home to a friend’s house, a mere ten blocks away.
And as I drove two things happened.

The first was I was completely smitten by the way the leaves are turning red. We don’t get so much of that in these parts and I think those deep colours are a marvelous thing, even it is about things ending and dying. At least they do it in a magnificent way. That colour of red brought up a sort of satisfied happiness that I haven’t felt in a long time, and it was so nice to feel it and just be blown away by that colour and by something that is so much bigger than me and my itsy-bitsy problems.

The second thing that happened, on the heels of the first, was I was struck in that moment by the thought that I am glad I am me and given the option, I wouldn’t want to be anyone else. Even though my life has been a shitstorm of unpleasantness and struggles for the last two years, I am glad I am who I am.

I’m not gonna say that I am happy I had cancer, but I am glad that I had the team of folks supporting me, and helping me find my way through it. I am happy that so many of the folks I know or have known over the years made a decision to show up and help. I had a really amazing group of folks, friends and loved ones and health care professionals, who did what they could to help me, and I am grateful for all that.

I could wish I had a better paying job, but I have a job that works really well with me getting my library courses so hey, I am not a bank president and I don’t have a yacht. And I know I am gonna have to squeeze to make ends meet over the next while…
But it all works for me for right now.

And I have some really good friends.
I am pretty much at the end of my rope when it comes to talking about whatever the latest crappy thing is that I am dealing with. Cuz frankly, if I didn’t know me and was just reading my text on-line, I’d say, “Whoa, that chick has a personality disorder or somesuch, cuz like Roseanne Rosannadanna said, it’s always something.”
Through the cancer, lots of folks showed up, some of them from out of the blue.
Now it’s divorce time, and lots of those same folks are still out there, propping me up with their care and attention and sweet words. I really appreciate the folks who have stepped up, especially lately, and patted me on the head, called or e-mailed to see how I am doing. Bunches of folks have made gestures to let me know that they care. Thanks.
And I am grateful to have been able to spend the last 5 – 7 years (depending on when you start counting) woven into Elaine’s life and she into mine.
Before it all went to hell on a handjack, we had the best time and had the best adventures, even when that was just going to get cat food together.

We were there for each other no matter what.
We had great vacations and we had a great time running errands. We had Christmas dinners that brought our friends together in our home and some of the best time was just the two of us at home alone.
It’s hard to stitch that gaping wound closed and wander off into the future but apparently that’s what we do now. So, this is me trying.
Dunk a chien, darlin’.

So, it’s been a rough ride and there have been losses I never anticipated and that leave me scrambling to find some new direction.

And even with all that, I am glad to be me, and wouldn’t want to be anyone else.

 Posted by at 8:25 am

  8 Responses to “Spike’s Thanksgiving”

  1. And I only want you to be you.

  2. dude…that entry made my eyes leak. i’m going to have to have kleenex nearby now before i read your blog.


  3. Thank you for your honesty and openness about your journey, Spike. A lovely reminder to count the blessings….

  4. Since you can really only ever truly count on yourself, it’s a terrific thing to be glad about who you are. It appears that hangin’ in there is working for you a bit. Keep it up. Much love.

  5. well said spike, and I am sorry that you have suffered such signifcant losses. But as you know my friend, that which does not kill us….

  6. O Spike- I’ve been in my own little fog and haven’t been here for awhile… The news brought tears to my eyes.. I can’t imagine how difficult life is for you right now.. Keep enjoying the things like the colours in the leaves, and step by step you’ll make it through. I know if anyone can- you can. And I for one am also glad that you are you…

  7. Hello Spike,
    Could you please contact me ASAP. My email is above.

    Yours in Leather,

  8. hey you
    i wrote you but guess my timing sucked, outlook doesn’t work for me
    i guess the beat goes on
    one way or another
    different drummer
    internal rhythms
    my heart has a corner full of your poems in your tiny script, you are brilliant
    i’m doing the college thing life is strange but has beauty
    you are loved

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