There's a scene in the Pixar movie Inside-Out where an imaginary character that existed in the mind of a child fades away from existence that seems to signify the transition from childhood mystery to pre-teen angst. It's fucking sad, but Goddamn if it isn't prophetic.
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| Screw u Pixar for breaking me |
Since the last time I wrote in this blog, there has been some significant improvements to my health, yet I've seen a serious change in my family that I was not prepared for.
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| You ID as what? |
First off, I am grateful to see my daughters blossoming into lovely adolescent PITA creatures, yet I would never live this down. Their fiery demeanor means I'm doing something good, like a controlled wildfire. Trying to harness that MEZA energy into a steel sword with which they can carve out their life.
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| This x2 |
Nonetheless, when something gives, something takes: at this same time my mother has been battling acute illness throughout her life which has build up and emerged when she turned 90 (NINETY YEARS OLD)! Yet, that fire in her belly keeps churning, but the illnesses are creeping up like zombies in a bad episode of Walking Dead, and this, for me, has been hard to witness.
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| you got WHO pregnant? |
She fell down the staircase in her home last week and fractured a vertebrae which landed her in the hospital. Only R & R would be the healing solution, along with a shit-ton of PT. HOWEVER, her sodium levels got extremely low (death levels) which need to be mitigated before she can land at a rehab place. BUT, her nutrition is fucking finicky as shit, and she refuses to eat. So, she was prescribed sodium tablets, which, in tune cause dysentery, which weakens her, which causes stress, which reduces her sodium, which makes her have to take salts tablets, which gives her disse..... IT'S ALL A FUCKING CIRCLE OF BS.
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| I think I see Jesus |
On top of that, my uncle Manuel passed away this morning which is a marked moment for me. I idolized him and was an avatar of which I defined my adulthood. Hard working motherfucker with zero tolerance for excuses and bullshit. I remember going on a two-month fishing trip with him in open seas near Acapulco and the Bay of Cortez. Thinking I was going to to enjoy a privileged trip as his nephew. But he made me bust my ass from dawn to dusk, and then scrub the toilets before I clocked off to bed. I never knew physical hard labor as a teen and he beat it into me. I learned a lot about life from him and learned to appreciate the wealthier side of life, as well as the seedy. I loved him, but more than that, I respected him and will carry his lessons forever.
2026 has been brutal.
RIP Uncle Meño. Godspeed Morza 3.
