WitchHazel of Sleet

Although it was frequently difficult to call my mother, I miss it now that I can't. I worry about her and wonder if she misses our conversations. I wish I could just hear her voice and know that she's okay. The room she's in now has a phone, of course, but it is arranged in such a way that she couldn't answer it even if she could hear it ring. The phone is on a surface that is near her head, on the right. Her right shoulder is broken, so she can't reach it. She can't get out of bed unassisted. And there is no other surface available to put the phone on. Accessibility is not really a feature of these older rooms. I think that right now, she probably does not miss having phone calls, because once she's had PT and all the other things in her schedule, she is exhausted and probably goes right to sleep. I hope that at some point, she will feel enough better to have phone calls again. We'll visit her soon, I'm sure--whenever the weather gives us a break.

Freezing rain followed by snow covered everything this morning. We spent over an hour shoveling it off the walks, driveway, and car. I try to keep ahead of it so it doesn't get so deep on the porch roof that I can't open the door, but I failed this time. I had to unscrew the glass panel from the door and poke the shovel through the opening to clear the way so the door could open. Then I shoveled the rest of the roof. By mid-afternoon, it was snowing again, and now all of our nice clear pavement is covered in snow again. It will keep snowing more tonight. So we'll have more lovely fun shoveling snow tomorrow! It is good exercise, but I think we'll go to bed early tonight.

We had lentil soup and toasted cheese for dinner, a nice meal for a winter night. Just now we were watching TV, and the Sparrowhawk commented a propos the show, "Sometimes I'm glad I don't have close siblings." (He has two half-brothers, but they are 8 and 19 years younger.) I asked why, and he replied, "There's less room for error!" Heh. A good point, in my experience.