Foremost on my mind since Halloween has been the fall-out from a traffic accident my dad was in. His health was not exactly the best, and after crashing into a parked car at 25 miles-per-hour and being tossed around with air bags (at 90) he hasn’t completely bounced back. Even after a week in the hospital. Even after three and a half weeks spent in a post acute facility for physical therapy, occupational therapy, and voice therapy.
The oddest part of my father’s situation is the sense of premonition surrounding it. As someone who probably needs to dial back his personal “Sees Patterns in Things” setting, my own experiences the week before my dad’s traffic accident seemed to presage it. Now, of course, I’m poised to divine meaning from a Winter Solstice New Moon visit to the Emergency Room.
Of course there’s the typical family drama surrounding Old Parents Being Old, the usually unexamined archetypes of the Lion in Winter, and tarot cards such as the Nine of Swords (mental anxiety), the Ten of Cups (fairytale happiness), the Ten of Wands (burdens), and the Ten of Pentacles (legacy).
I have to keep admonishing myself that I won’t write current family events into stories and to instead record happenings, impressions, and rantings into my physical, non-virtual Book of Art instead of blogging them.
I know, I’ll blog about politics!
