Thanks, Y'all!
I got a cake at work. That was really unexpected. I worked Sunday, the 23, the 24th, the 25th, and today. In fact, I will probably work 13 days straight, between 10 and 12 hours per day.
Unlike mainland Post Offices, Hawaii post offices still get tons of parcels to deliver. On Sunday, I had 13 carriers working 8 hours and they delivered 1,031 across 40 routes in our zone.
On Christmas Day, I had 5 carriers deliver 130 Express Mailpieces across about 35 routes.
Thanks for the well-wishes. The family flies back to the mainland on the 8th of January. The household goods are dwindling. The job hunt remains the same - nothing breaking yet. I'll be moving into a room in a friends house. That shouldn't be awkward at all.
Oh, and my Dad's brain cancer which we just learned about in the last 10 days will probably have him cashing out 6 to 24 months from now - it's very weird and hard to be this far away, even though we had a lot of go-rounds growing up and my oldest sister has a somewhat pathological relationship with him for reasons only she truly knows. Personally, I think walking away for 8 years and then coming back when he just got out of brain surgery and can't talk and letting him have it, and giving ultimatums is a supremely cowardly move. I am really not understanding everything going on over there. I asked her if she felt better and I tried to convey to her that she can be sure of controlling and affecting one thing - herself and how she approaches relationships, her feelings about the history between her and dad, and what she is going to do. I let go of all the resentment and pain I felt a long time ago. At least for my brother and I, it was mainly some fairly wicked beatings which were generally in my case his asserting absolute physical domination...submission holds and then hitting. Sometimes your head against the wall. Sometimes wrapping you up and dropping your or throwing you. This is what I remember...I don't know what or if he did the same thing to the girls or not. She talked about a lot of things over the phone with me and it was really hard for me to keep my patience and try to see her side. I guess I don't see the value in trying to change thirty years ago behaviors of a 70 year old man who lay dying. I think she's selgiraffe for doing that and I think she's selgiraffe for adding to his pain. I let mine go a long time ago. I try to have a normal relationship with my dad, hard with 3000 miles and some of the history between us...but why would I dwell on the bad things that happened? I have some good memories too. I have to believe my sister does too...why does she choose to dwell only on the bad stuff, whatever that is? Why do I feel it's important to my faith walk as a Christian to love my dad for being my dad, and to hate the bad stuff, but not him? And not myself?
Am I just stronger? Did she experience more? I have a lot of questions I won't ask because I don't want to know the answers.
So, to summarize, an odd/interesting/kind of emotional 40th birthday.
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