Saturday, December 31, 2011

Reflecting on 2011


Well, here we are at the end of another year, like the odometer turning past zero again, most of us look at this as a new start. We tend to reflect on what happened this year and what we want to change or see happen in the next. These reflections tend to lead to resolutions that make tomorrow. I will share here (as I have in the past) what has happened this year and tomorrow, I will post what goals I have in the coming year.

This year has been a pretty bad year for me. I have been battling an evil monster all year long that has nearly won, but since I am of a survivor personality, I will get through it. I may not be unscathed from this war, but I will surely wear my war wounds proudly – once I get through it. That monster is known more commonly as depression.

It started the first week of December of 2010 with a particular creditor taking ¾ of my take-home pay each week. At first I tried to ignore the action and will it away, but that didn't happen. I finally called them and started to work with them once I had my water shut off in April. We reached a payment agreement (or so I thought) and we went on with life with a little more of my paycheck but still a little poorer than usual. Since my pay is the only income in the house, we were already just treading and now the ship was sitting a lot lower in the water.

Then, in May, Lisi decided that she wanted to move back to Arizona. She wasn't happy here and wanted to pursue her dreams. I reluctantly gave in and gave my blessings to that. As the captain of the sinking ship, I threw her to the life raft and went on – no sense in her going down with the ship.

June came and the start of summer. Time that we would normally be spending exploring the wonders of this part of the country were suspended because of the financial situation. As a wanderlust, traveling around is a huge happy place for me and because I couldn't go, I was mired a bit deeper into the fight with depression.

Another blow in June was reading the local newspaper that I was going to have to find a new place to live. The city has been working on creating an open drainage channel – recreating a natural creek that ran through this part of town before the early 1900's – for the past 3 or 4 years. We were reassured several times by the city and the landlady that the house where we live was safe from the wreaking ball, but the city changed their mind and started the process of acquiring this property and a couple others around us. The kicker was that I learned of this via a newspaper story and not from the landlady (she missed the newspaper story and learned of it from me). Nice that city didn't even ask for our input. Another battle score for the beast.

July arrived all too quickly and I ticked off another milestone of my life – I turned 42. My understanding of life is that I should be in the happiest of years (think of Douglas Adams and the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy here), yet, I instead went deeper into my battle. Three days after my birthday, another tragedy – flood.

July 27th at approximately 6pm local time, the rains started at a rate of about an inch per hour. Because our town is quite hilly, a lot of water like that quickly fills creeks and washes. By 7pm, we started getting 1 ¼ inch hail and even more rain. The hail lasted about 30 minutes, but I was unscathed by it (save one small spot on the truck roof on the passenger side). The rain continued and I eventually figured that the rain was slowed and we were okay, so I fell asleep around midnight. At 12:30 the neighbor came over to announce that my truck that was parked in the street was floating away. That is when I looked outside to see three feet of water in the street and cars floating about. My truck was still somewhat safe, but I decided to move it before it did float. In 12 hours, we had over 15 inches of rain dumped on us. I spent the next 3 days pumping basements and replacing water heaters and sump pumps all over town. Score another for depression and his counterpart exhaustion.

I survived August and thought I had survived September, but then on the last day of the month, I was involved in a stupid accident at work. Honestly, I thought I was going to lose my job, but – for some odd reason – I still have my job, barely.

At the end of October, Lisi left here for Phoenix. Sadness and a major tailspin into the depths of depression. I honestly thought that the pit couldn't get any lower, but then that creditor that I was making payments to, seized my bank account. If I hadn't already felt like Job from the Bible, I surely felt like it now. I just held onto the hope that I would survive it through the end of the year.

November and December have rolled through here and all seems okay.

I honestly believe I can make it. I have been focused on things that give me a sense of fulfillment and enjoy doing. I have started getting back into genealogy and photography as well as focusing on amateur radio (which I attained another milestone by passing the test for the highest class license in October). I have also been working on defining who I am and where I am wanting to be in life, instead of just surviving each day.

I have also been blessed to have a dear, dear friend that is helping me focus on my battle. I have made some progress in pulling myself up out of this hole and working on fighting the good fight against depression. I am not as reclusive as I was just a couple months ago and I will eventually be coming out of my shell a bit more. It is a daily toil and, even though there have been and will be small setbacks, overall, I am getting better.

There are most assuredly changes that are about. I will continue with the good in my life and getting rid of the 'garbage' that haunts me and brings me down. Some of those changes will be bittersweet and tough to make, but I have to make them in order to become a better person to those around me and, most importantly to myself. More on those tomorrow – in the new year.

Take care today and tonight as you celebrate the passing of the time from 2011 to 2012. Be safe and sane and I will see you all again next year. That, I promise.

Zonie

Sunday, October 30, 2011

Mi Vida Loca

If you're coming with me you need nerves of steel
'Cause I take corners on two wheels
It's a never-ending circus ride
The faint of heart need not apply

Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

Sweetheart before this night is through
I could fall in love with you
Come dancing on the edge with me
Let my passion set you free

Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

Here in the firelight I see your tattoo
Mi vida loco, so you're crazy too

Mi vida loca over and over
Destiny turns on a dime
I go where the wind blows
You can't tame a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

We'll go where the wind blows
And I'll be a wild rose
Welcome to my crazy life

Thus are the lyrics to the song by Pam Tillis, titled Mi Vida Loca.  How appropriate for how this year has gone and continues to go.  For those that are not aware, mi vida loca is Spanish for my crazy life.  Yep, boys and girls, that is me in a nutshell.

So, the latest that has happened is been in the works for several months and I have remained mum about it - for good reason.  It is not something that I wished would happen or even foresaw happening, but it has and now the next chapter in my life has happened.  Turn the page (yes, that is from a different song).

My wife of 16+ years and I have been on separate paths that have been parallel and sometimes crossed or merged for a mile or two.  This has been going on for several years and neither she nor I have been entirely to blame.  It is just safer to say, "it happened."  No hard feelings or ill-will at either of us.  That said, we both have contributed to where this chapter is headed.

So, to my wonderful, sometimes chaotic and lovely wife:  I honestly hope and pray that you have a safe trip and find what you are looking for.  Please keep reaching for your dreams - one of us has to.

Now I am tackling this house.  Only one word to describe it - OMG!


Sunday, July 3, 2011

A Year Passes

July 4th, 2010 started out like any other for the small town of Bellevue, Iowa.  The city, nestled between the limestone bluffs and the Mississippi River,  was within the height of their annual Heritage Days celebration when, during the parade, the city was thrust into the spotlight of the nation - for all the wrong reasons and for all the right reasons as well.

Bellevue, Iowa is one of those quaint little towns that are a part of the fabric known as Americana.  They don't have a Walmart, but they have a Main Street that is the heart of the 3,000 or so that call this hamlet home.  Everyone here knows one another and knows the purest meaning of community.  When things are going well, they all laugh and smile together.  When something tragic happens, they are here to hold and comfort one another.

The parade started out well enough.  The streets were lined by spectators young and old alike.  The younger generations were there to see the horses, the fire truck and, of course, to get the candy while the older generations looked on and reflected on the history of their town and of their nation.  During the parade, the team of two horses pulling a carriage, became startled and started running uncontrollably down the street, on and off of the sidewalk until they became trapped further down the road.  Just as quickly as it began, it ended.

Even though there were dozens injured (most of those were children), there was only one death.  Mrs. Janet Steines, 60, was the driver of the carriage, died when she was ejected from the vehicle as it hit a signpost and became detached from the horse team.

The rest of the day's celebrations did go on.  The ski show on the river.  The Retiring of The Colors.  The fireworks.  It all continued, but more somberly than normal.  Even the heavens cried.  As the fireworks were about to start, the area experienced a heavy downpour.

Bellevue has grown from this experience, pulled together as only a small part of Americana can and moved past this event.  Sure, there are changes that have been made to parade and such, but the show is and will go on.

Likewise, we will again travel 25 miles south of our own town for the funnel cake and fireworks.  Bellevue has become a part of our holiday tradition for the past three years and is - and will forever be - in our hearts and thoughts.
Well, well, well.  I should be ashamed of myself for neglecting this blog for the last couple years.  A lot has happened and, unfortunately, I have not kept anyone informed with this blog.  So much, but I will try to be posting a lot of the information and updates here.

I guess, I should - for now - write the entry that is most current and then move back.  So, without further adieu, on with the show.