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- Feb 23, 2014
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- Lost a loved one
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- 01/2014
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- NC
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- Littleton
What would I do without you all?
I just returned from putting my mom and sister on a plane. It's done (well, except for shipping things to her as she asks for them; she has hopes of returning one day and wants to leave her footprint here. That's ok, i have more space for storing it and it will certainly be easier for her to deal with it in small bites).
I've given a lot of thought to change lately and how it varies. Just in the past week:
Small change: moving the stainless steel trash can with a lid that opens by stepping on a pedal to the laundry room and bring the Rubbermaid open top trash "can" to the kitchen (we'll see who is astute enough to understand why and who asks when the crowd arrives for Chrismas).
Medium change: Booties arrived yesterday to keep my hubbie's ankles and feet from turning in and dropping at night. A year ago he would NEVER have consider sleeping in them. Last night he asked for them and wore them until I returned from the early morning airport dropoff. I must admit that I was surprised.
Big change: My sister picked mom up and took her back to California this morning, ending three years of caretaking for her (for those who don't know, she came to live with us after breaking her hip. She also has only one arm/hand she can use and has Parkinson's). I love and will miss her, but I'm now alone with my sweetie! It's kind of like having the last kid grow up and move out, and you can bet that we will milk every moment of privacy and freedom that we have left.
Now I find myself worrying about my sister and the rabbit hole she's just jumped down, but she's a wonderful, capable woman and I think mom is going to be happier than she expects.
OK, time to go nudge the bear that is making such a racket next to me
I just returned from putting my mom and sister on a plane. It's done (well, except for shipping things to her as she asks for them; she has hopes of returning one day and wants to leave her footprint here. That's ok, i have more space for storing it and it will certainly be easier for her to deal with it in small bites).
I've given a lot of thought to change lately and how it varies. Just in the past week:
Small change: moving the stainless steel trash can with a lid that opens by stepping on a pedal to the laundry room and bring the Rubbermaid open top trash "can" to the kitchen (we'll see who is astute enough to understand why and who asks when the crowd arrives for Chrismas).
Medium change: Booties arrived yesterday to keep my hubbie's ankles and feet from turning in and dropping at night. A year ago he would NEVER have consider sleeping in them. Last night he asked for them and wore them until I returned from the early morning airport dropoff. I must admit that I was surprised.
Big change: My sister picked mom up and took her back to California this morning, ending three years of caretaking for her (for those who don't know, she came to live with us after breaking her hip. She also has only one arm/hand she can use and has Parkinson's). I love and will miss her, but I'm now alone with my sweetie! It's kind of like having the last kid grow up and move out, and you can bet that we will milk every moment of privacy and freedom that we have left.
Now I find myself worrying about my sister and the rabbit hole she's just jumped down, but she's a wonderful, capable woman and I think mom is going to be happier than she expects.
OK, time to go nudge the bear that is making such a racket next to me