Lilo the Pup · Thoughts about Stuff

Life is not fair.

I’ll bet that all of us encountered the fact that life isn’t fair when we were children. And that it was an impossibly hard pill to swallow… that hasn’t gotten any easier over time.

Because it’s true. Life isn’t fair… it seems to relish making that point, over and over. No matter how upset we get about whatever situation is illustrating the point at the moment, our strong emotions can’t change anything about the underlying premise.

For many years, it was conveyed to me that it’s important to accept that life isn’t fair and to get on with it — there’s no use crying over spilled milk, as they say.

And while that sentiment is technically true, tamping down strong, natural emotional responses in order to demonstrate emotional maturity is neither healthy, nor mature.

So when I encounter a “life is not fair” situation (like, say, our old dog dying), my emotional response feels very, very old, as in, I recognize it because I’ve been here before. But really, it’s more like the person experiencing the emotional response is, unlike me, very, very young.

And then my question is, what exactly am I responding to right now? A universally true (no matter how long they live, dogs don’t live long enough), very sad, present situation? Or an unresolved thing (or things) from a long time ago? Or both?

Sweet Lilo… we love you, and we miss you every day.

If your inner child needs to hear this today, here it is:

It’s true that life is not fair. It is OK to be upset or frustrated, or sad, or angry about that. Even though your emotional response can’t change this circumstance, it is OK to have those feelings. It’s okay to not know what to do, or how to respond, while having these feelings. They may feel (or remain) unresolved because this situation may not have a resolution other than acceptance.

The older I get, the more I recognize that swallowing feelings doesn’t make them go away — they’ll find a way to make themselves known, sometimes in unrelated, unhealthy ways.

It is possible to hold two, seemingly contradictory, truths at the same time: that this is sad, and unfair, and hard, and that I am filled with gratitude for the life of a sweet, small dog.

Lilo the Pup

The Saddest Good-bye

Lilo
Best Puppy Ever
March 2006 – October 2022

We had to say good-bye to our very old dog on Monday. It is now day two without our sweet Lilo… 0/10, do not recommend.

She was struggling with pancreatitis, kidney failure, and very old age. Over the weekend, it all just got to be too much.

Lilo was a once-in-a-lifetime dog. She loved people, but didn’t care all that much for other dogs. She was sweet without being clingy. She wanted to be near you or on you, but didn’t care much for being hugged. She slept on the couches, or in bed, even though she had a few dog beds. Her trademark disappointment at dinnertime — what is this, dog food? — was legendary.

She was very mellow about visiting the vet… loved all the people, could take or leave what happened anywhere in the building.

We were with her at the end, and she was loved on by her friends at the vet’s office. It was a quiet and peaceful passing.

She had a very long, good life, and she was loved every day of it. We are so grateful to have been her people. We are relieved that she is no longer struggling.

And now we are sad… so very sad.

Lilo snoozing in the sunshine… one of her favorite things to do.
mental health · Uncategorized

If you aim at nothing, you hit nothing. (Part 1)

I *finally* saw Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings last week. WOW. So good. I enjoyed every part of it, from soup to nuts. I’m not the best critic — I’ll see any superhero film, and I usually like to see them on the big screen (but not during a pandemic, when I live in place where vaccination rates are too low). Confession: I usually like them because they’re full of action, big music, and pretty people.

But that said, I really liked some of the choices the creators of Shang-Chi made — I liked that so much of the movie’s dialog was Chinese, that the fighting styles were varied and reflected the characters employing them, and that they had the good sense to cast Michelle Yeoh and Tony Leung. Simu Liu and Awkwafina were amazing as well.

But the line in the title, “If you aim at nothing, you hit nothing,” stopped me in my tracks. One of the characters in Ta-Lo said it to Katy (Awkwafina) in the context of archery (but, you know, WAY more than archery), and I was like, “mind blown, thank you very much.”

I grew up with a mother who said that she wasn’t into goal-setting, because life is too uncertain to make definite plans. (Technically, she’s not wrong, but that’s not the whole story.)

I have tried for so long to emulate my mother, who is brave, smart, hard-working, creative, compassionate, and did I mention smart?

That said, one of the hallmarks of the dysfunction in my family is gaslighting. It’s so common that they all did it without even knowing it.

Because here’s the thing: my mom decided she wanted to be a nurse in college, AND THEN SHE DID IT. She was an RN/BSN before the BSN part was cool. And then, right after I graduated college, she got her master’s degree. She was an operating room nurse, and then moved into staff training and management. She was a nurse for 40 years. She went on medical missions to Mexico and Mali. When she retired she gave flu shots for a couple of years.

She decided she wanted to apply her musical knowledge and experience to learn to play the Celtic Harp, AND THEN SHE DID IT. Over the last 20 years, she’s played as a student, and now she and her former teacher get together to play duets every once in a while.

After she retired, she decided she wanted to work with little kids, AND THEN SHE DID IT. She tutored some children in reading, and now she assists in a couple of the classrooms in the elementary school near her house.

So, yeah, my mom may not be keen on 5-year-plans, but she knows how to set and pursue goals.

Moral of the story, kids, is that you should watch what your parents DO, not what they SAY, because if they were gaslit their whole lives by their parents (who were likely gaslit by their parents, and so on), you won’t get the whole story from their words.

homework · yardwork

New patio, who ‘dis?

We did it!

Actually, fabulous and talented husband Dana did it, with an assist from good friend Kevin. (I was in physical therapy for my injured back.)

As a reminder:

And now…. ta-dah!

Much better. Good landscaping will have to wait until next year, and part of the project next year will be to hire someone to “fix” the concrete pad near the fence… and by “fix,” I mean remove and replace. Then we’ll have to level and slope that part of the patio correctly. (The good news: everything drains away from the foundation. The bad news: that concrete is sloped in such a way that it was impossible to level and slope the patio appropriately in that spot. Our neighbor, a former contractor, said, “I’m not sure how they got that so wrong.”)

[A word to DIY homeowners: if you’re unsure about how to do stuff, HIRE SOMEONE. Even if you want to do the work yourself, get a consultation about how to do stuff the right way, particularly for issues having to do with water and electricity. We’ve spent a good chunk of money and time over the last decade repairing and replacing plumbing, roofing–and now the patio. We have more to do in the coming years. It sucks. OK, back to the patio.]

Did I mention the fire pit? Now that we have a nice, big enough, not weedy outdoor space to relax, we can have use a fire pit! A fire pit!

It’s so great to be done with this project (for this year, anyway). It’s a huge relief to have it finished.