The Long Haul


Some people are planners, others are spontaneous. I’m born Year of the Fire Horse, so that means I sporadically do things that should be planned and plan things that should be played by ear. Make sense? Well, neither does my existence…according to my mother.


But some things do work out, no matter how poorly the plan is. For instance, my husband and I decided to have a baby because…we needed a drummer. We had the second little guy because we needed a singer. Lo and behold, Zuki likes to drum and Samu is a non-stop human jukebox. Too bad we can’t be in the same band together because I ain’t gonna be seen playing with a baby Joey Ramone.


I don’t know what’s going on this month but it seems like everybody’s in a funk. Either they’re sick with some virus that makes me stare at them in horror while gasping, “get the hell away from me you contagious freak!” or they’re so dissatisfied with their situation that I’m compelled to hide all the razor blades when they’re around.


Even my friend, who’s integrity and fight for justice rivals Roosevelt and La Guardia combined – is ready to call it quits. She’s ready to enroll her kid into Catholic school because she’s fed up with “the system.” She’s the only one who has the guts to make changes at our school and she’s thinking of throwing in the towel?


I had no choice but to give her the guilt trip. “You will never be free, as long as your brothers and sisters are enslaved,” I told her.


She looked at me as if I had a black hairy mole growing on my right cheek.


Perhaps that was a little overkill. So I tried, “Well, no one said it was going to be easy.” For that, she shrugged her shoulders and nodded her head. I get the feeling I convinced her as much as I convinced Samu with that same line when he complained that he hated school because it was “too hard.”


It’s not hard actually, it’s just a LOT of work. But these days, people want instant results without too much effort. I get it – in fact I’ve made dinner with that concept. It was disastrous. I tried to slap something together by salvaging rock hard lasagne and reheating it in marinara sauce with mushrooms.


“Oh yeah, that was terrible,” Samu recalled.


“So you see, doing things the hard way, staying for the long haul and overcoming a challenge makes your achievement authentic. If you take the easy way – it’s lasagne stew.”


I don’t know if he got it, but he ran off to join his classmates with a smile on his face. He was giddy with the prospect that there’d be fresh snow in the schoolyard when school was out and he tucked away his snow gloves. Unfortunately – it’s raining now – so that ain’t happening. Poor guy. It’s always going to be an uphill battle for him, I think.


That’s fine. You can’t sing the blues unless you’ve lived them and considering the “artists” we have these days, music could stand a little angst.


I wanna be sedated!
I wanna be sedated!

Author: Namzola_Goodness

A Japanese-American who grew up in the streets of New York during the racially volatile 70's, Nami blogs with guts, heart and humor. Dysfunctional parenting, cynical citizenship of beer to wash it all down.

8 thoughts on “The Long Haul”

  1. See, this is why you’re so awesome. You had me at lasagna stew and then I totally got your message 🙂
    I used to be a major planner. Maybe not so much anymore. But I still believe in the importance of working hard to get to where you want. And sometimes you might not get there and end up with lasagna stew (sorry, Nami, I don’t mean to insult your cooking) but the the important thing is, you tried.
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