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Sep. 6th, 2023 09:48 pmNo blog last night because I went out to a social event and was tired by the time I got home. It was very hot and stuffy. The friend I was chatting with and I tried going out in the back yard, but it was also hot out there, plus dark and mosquitoes. I ate a few bites of the abundant snacks, and thought it would be okay, but alas, woke up at 5 am with horrid acid reflux. I just can't get away with a thing.
I picked up Madame today, in the pouring rain. We had an enjoyable visit until the end of our usual time drew near, and then some serious procrastination set in. I knew that people from a retirement community were coming to talk with her and assess her needs and wants. She was very anxious about that. I did my best to reassure her, but there's really no way around the stress of these steps into the unknown. She had left her phone somewhere at home, and asked me to call Mademoiselle to find out when this meeting was going to take place. I had been told last week it was at three, but that cut no ice with her. Mademoiselle was not picking up. Madame suggested we could just stay at the bookstore and it would be Mademoiselle's problem. I said I really needed to go home now, and Madame couldn't recall if I had given her a ride, or if she had picked me up! She hasn't driven her car since before Christmas, so that was a serious memory gap, probably caused by stress. Then she had to visit the bathroom before leaving . . . . Meanwhile Mademoiselle got back to us and said it was in fact three, and that she was on her way over to Madame's house.
We arrived, and I suggested I come in with her and see if I could locate her phone. It wasn't immediately evident. At that point, her hearing aid battery died. Woe! Unable to hear at all, she panicked slightly. There should have been a spare in the charger, but wasn't. She couldn't get the dead battery properly into the charger, either. She tried to put a battery into her old hearing aid, but couldn't make it fit. I managed to slot her battery into the charger--in fairness to the elderly, it wasn't easy! At that point, she said it was okay for me to go. I was still worried about her, and would not have left if I hadn't known that Mademoiselle was on her way. After I got home, Mademoiselle texted me and said she was with her mom sorting everything out. I hope their meeting with the care workers from the retirement home went well . . . .
Well, at that point I was tired. The Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I ate leftovers and then did a few things in a grumpy, sleep-deprived way. I finally perked up after the Sparrowhawk came home, part way through Mission Impossible 3, just as Ethan Hunt is breaking into the Vatican. It's a bad sign when I start watching action movies . . . . Today would have been my parents' 74th wedding anniversary.
I picked up Madame today, in the pouring rain. We had an enjoyable visit until the end of our usual time drew near, and then some serious procrastination set in. I knew that people from a retirement community were coming to talk with her and assess her needs and wants. She was very anxious about that. I did my best to reassure her, but there's really no way around the stress of these steps into the unknown. She had left her phone somewhere at home, and asked me to call Mademoiselle to find out when this meeting was going to take place. I had been told last week it was at three, but that cut no ice with her. Mademoiselle was not picking up. Madame suggested we could just stay at the bookstore and it would be Mademoiselle's problem. I said I really needed to go home now, and Madame couldn't recall if I had given her a ride, or if she had picked me up! She hasn't driven her car since before Christmas, so that was a serious memory gap, probably caused by stress. Then she had to visit the bathroom before leaving . . . . Meanwhile Mademoiselle got back to us and said it was in fact three, and that she was on her way over to Madame's house.
We arrived, and I suggested I come in with her and see if I could locate her phone. It wasn't immediately evident. At that point, her hearing aid battery died. Woe! Unable to hear at all, she panicked slightly. There should have been a spare in the charger, but wasn't. She couldn't get the dead battery properly into the charger, either. She tried to put a battery into her old hearing aid, but couldn't make it fit. I managed to slot her battery into the charger--in fairness to the elderly, it wasn't easy! At that point, she said it was okay for me to go. I was still worried about her, and would not have left if I hadn't known that Mademoiselle was on her way. After I got home, Mademoiselle texted me and said she was with her mom sorting everything out. I hope their meeting with the care workers from the retirement home went well . . . .
Well, at that point I was tired. The Sparrowhawk went to the gym, I ate leftovers and then did a few things in a grumpy, sleep-deprived way. I finally perked up after the Sparrowhawk came home, part way through Mission Impossible 3, just as Ethan Hunt is breaking into the Vatican. It's a bad sign when I start watching action movies . . . . Today would have been my parents' 74th wedding anniversary.
