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Raccoon of Bluster
Mar. 18th, 2019 09:43 pmIt was a beautiful day--still cold, but mostly sunny. The clouds were March clouds, the variegated and changeful clouds dancing with the wind, not the thick, sullen, dark layers of winter. I went out for a walk, and discovered that my Bean boots appear to be giving up the ghost. The seam the Sparrowhawk had fixed for me is popping its stitches farther down the line, and the heel is coming apart, too. It's funny how the boot just went all to pieces all at once. I guess nothing is immortal. I've had them for between ten and fifteen years, and put a lot of miles on them.
While I was out walking, I called the Duchess and offered to go down there on Thursday and take Mother to her ortho revisit. She'll have to go in a wheelchair van. I thought I'd better offer, because the last time she had an outside appointment, it didn't go well at all and the Duchess really had a lot of stress. I don't want either of them to go through that again. However, after we talked for awhile about how Mother is doing, the Duchess thanked me for my support, but said she thought she'd better just do it. She said if I'd asked her a couple of weeks ago, she would have accepted, but she's okay with it now. Anyway, that's a relief to my mind. Now I can enjoy the rest of the week but not feel guilty about it. I can bask in my benevolence without actually having to do anything. That's always a good deal!
The Philosopher and his Lovely Friend were in Detroit this weekend. They didn't come all the way out here, but they did stop to visit Grandmother on their way home. He called me briefly as they were on their way out to let me know they had seen her. I asked how she was, and he said she was all right, but toward the end of the visit, he said she "seemed to be confused" and asked him if his mother had married her cousin Hugh. He reminded her of who his father was, and she then seemed to regain her focus. This made me sad. It's hard for her now to remember exactly who people are, especially out of context. I sometimes wonder if she'll ever go "home" again, or if she'll have to go from rehab to memory care. At least I had a chance to check in with the Duchess and find that we are basically on the same page in our perceptions.
While I was out walking, I called the Duchess and offered to go down there on Thursday and take Mother to her ortho revisit. She'll have to go in a wheelchair van. I thought I'd better offer, because the last time she had an outside appointment, it didn't go well at all and the Duchess really had a lot of stress. I don't want either of them to go through that again. However, after we talked for awhile about how Mother is doing, the Duchess thanked me for my support, but said she thought she'd better just do it. She said if I'd asked her a couple of weeks ago, she would have accepted, but she's okay with it now. Anyway, that's a relief to my mind. Now I can enjoy the rest of the week but not feel guilty about it. I can bask in my benevolence without actually having to do anything. That's always a good deal!
The Philosopher and his Lovely Friend were in Detroit this weekend. They didn't come all the way out here, but they did stop to visit Grandmother on their way home. He called me briefly as they were on their way out to let me know they had seen her. I asked how she was, and he said she was all right, but toward the end of the visit, he said she "seemed to be confused" and asked him if his mother had married her cousin Hugh. He reminded her of who his father was, and she then seemed to regain her focus. This made me sad. It's hard for her now to remember exactly who people are, especially out of context. I sometimes wonder if she'll ever go "home" again, or if she'll have to go from rehab to memory care. At least I had a chance to check in with the Duchess and find that we are basically on the same page in our perceptions.
