I picked up my mother to take her in for her bloodwork this morning. I always think I give enough extra time but I forget HOW SLOW MY PARENTS ARE. She is still in terrible pain from her fall. I don’t have a great feeling about this. She goes in the hospital even for a short time—my dad just can not stay alone. What the hell do we do? There are certain days I go over there and I just realize how fast things are changing. I just don’t know.
I’ll go re-read my Vertebrats posts—that will cheer me up. Somebody leave me a cheerful post. I LOVE posts.
I hope everything is o.k. this afternoon.
It’s a significant day, whether overcast or sublime, as we approach the moment of the switch to fall (I think it’s at 11PM, but I could be wrong.) Tomorrow, the beginning of something big, is one of the four days that my daughter looks forward to with awe, and we’ll spend some time in the garden saying thank you and talking about what we look forward to. Meanwhile we are aging, losing something and someone, and the whole world is ticking, but for a few minutes we won’t mind. Would you like to join us?
Aging does indeed suck. I can relate to what you said in a previous post about crossing a line and knowing that life will never be the same for you again. I crossed that line when my brother died and I struggle every day to find a shred of hope and happiness. The reality is that we all know how this journey is going to end for us and all of the people we love. In the meantime–we have to find snippets of joy to hang on to– to get us through our days.
Thank gawd for wine-huh?
Aging does indeed suck. I can relate to what you said in a previous post about crossing a line and knowing that life will never be the same for you again. I crossed that line when my brother died and I struggle every day to find a shred of hope and happiness. The reality is that we all know how this journey is going to end for us and all of the people we love. In the meantime–we have to find snippets of joy to hang on to– to get us through our days.
Thank gawd for wine-huh?
On one hand I want to post something, but on the other hand I cannot thing of anything that is not filthy…
On one hand I want to post something, but on the other hand I cannot thing of anything that is not filthy…
If only Don could think of something to say about donuts. This could uplifting as well as filthy!
If only Don could think of something to say about donuts. This could uplifting as well as filthy!
I’ve been there, dealing with an aging-ailing parent; I commiserate. Aging does suck.
I send you a post about a meal out in a cozy, romantic spot (on CT today).
Hang in there. Wish there was some magic.