i explained that the job i’ve just accepted positions me to skip town in four years, heading either to Europe or Washington, DC. There are three potential dream jobs – and they all make me feel a little squishy inside. Several things prevent me from taking off today – including being professionally burnt out atrophied technical skills. i’ve been in management and advisory roles for so long, i’ve forgotten how to engineer. Need to get my techie chops back… Which is where my new assignment comes in!
The other key factor is Mom. Until she’s in a stable care-giving situation, i do not feel comfortable being too far away. The entire family made collective trouser chili last spring when i was in Annapolis on business and Mom’s lung rudely collapsed after her bypass surgery. “Sheeee-it, people. She was in Intensive Care in a perfectly fine hospital! You think i can do more for her than the staff there?”
Rather than skip off to do my thing, and be plagued by frantic phone calls and guilt, i’m helping orchestrate The Big Farmhouse build. Mom foots the bill, and my niece DQ and her husband get a lovely, custom-built house built on 17 acres in the country – with an attached apartment for Mom. In return for the financial backing for her dream home, DQ – who has perfected the art of laziness and self-serving manipulation – will take care of Mom. Doing all of us a TREMENDOUS service…. Oh, and she’ll get to keep the house and land when Mom dies.
As i was relating this to my friends at The Pub, i mentioned that within four years, one of two things are highly likely. Mom will either die, or will be on the farm with my niece as round-the-clock caretaker. And it was then that i said something that even shocked me for the coldness my words revealed:
daisyfae [breath forming frozen clouds]: Worms or my niece… One parasite or the other — so long as Mom is taken care of — i can leave town.