LarchBurl of Shadow
Nov. 1st, 2023 10:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoThis morning, the wind was shaking down snow and leaves together in a rain of white and gold. The leaves just dropped down like beads when the thread is broken. Our neighbor's two little gingko trees each have a tidy circle of gold around the base of the trunk. My car was all frozen up, though, and I had to search for the ice scraper, which I haven't seen since March.
Madame is definitely losing ground. Our little problems are significant not because they're inconvenient for me, but because they are markers of which direction the graph is headed. It took about half an hour this morning to get her out of the house and into the car with all the things she needed. Apparently, she was all ready to go at 10 am, but when she realized I wasn't coming for another hour, she had time to get disorganized again. I learned later that she DID have her garage door opener. But she recently was given a new purse, and didn't remember where in the new purse the opener was located. At the end of our visit, I could see that she was feeling uncomfortable. She said she's having stomach pain again. That was a big problem at one time, and then it seemed to get better. (She was sure that it was due to her superior eating habits, but I think not.) Now it's back, alas. After I got home, I got a call from Mademoiselle, who wanted to enlist my help in getting her mom moved into her new place at the retirement community. She's hoping I can spend a little extra time with Madame while Mademoiselle, her fiance, and probably a moving company get the basic necessities in place for her. This I am very willing to do. Mademoiselle has wanted to get this done earlier, but life is complicated by the fact that she's pregnant and is having a lot of morning sickness. That, of course, makes it even more imperative to get the move done ASAP. I'll be so happy if Madame can get in there and be well. I'm glad Mademoiselle felt free to call me. She's making some really good decisions.
By the time I got off the phone with her, it was almost time for us to head across the river to go to church for All Saints Day. The only church with a time when we could go was the big fancy church with lots of ornamentation and a big choir and organ. The parking lot was jammed and the pews full likewise. The Sparrowhawk really enjoyed it. They got to sing "For All the Saints," one of his favorite hymns, with max organ blast. Then he dropped me off and home and buzzed off to his men's group, leaving me to make myself a much needed hamburger and turn the rest of the ground beef into stroganoff for him to eat when he got home. I had some other things I thought I might get done tonight, but I did not, because I am tired.
Madame is definitely losing ground. Our little problems are significant not because they're inconvenient for me, but because they are markers of which direction the graph is headed. It took about half an hour this morning to get her out of the house and into the car with all the things she needed. Apparently, she was all ready to go at 10 am, but when she realized I wasn't coming for another hour, she had time to get disorganized again. I learned later that she DID have her garage door opener. But she recently was given a new purse, and didn't remember where in the new purse the opener was located. At the end of our visit, I could see that she was feeling uncomfortable. She said she's having stomach pain again. That was a big problem at one time, and then it seemed to get better. (She was sure that it was due to her superior eating habits, but I think not.) Now it's back, alas. After I got home, I got a call from Mademoiselle, who wanted to enlist my help in getting her mom moved into her new place at the retirement community. She's hoping I can spend a little extra time with Madame while Mademoiselle, her fiance, and probably a moving company get the basic necessities in place for her. This I am very willing to do. Mademoiselle has wanted to get this done earlier, but life is complicated by the fact that she's pregnant and is having a lot of morning sickness. That, of course, makes it even more imperative to get the move done ASAP. I'll be so happy if Madame can get in there and be well. I'm glad Mademoiselle felt free to call me. She's making some really good decisions.
By the time I got off the phone with her, it was almost time for us to head across the river to go to church for All Saints Day. The only church with a time when we could go was the big fancy church with lots of ornamentation and a big choir and organ. The parking lot was jammed and the pews full likewise. The Sparrowhawk really enjoyed it. They got to sing "For All the Saints," one of his favorite hymns, with max organ blast. Then he dropped me off and home and buzzed off to his men's group, leaving me to make myself a much needed hamburger and turn the rest of the ground beef into stroganoff for him to eat when he got home. I had some other things I thought I might get done tonight, but I did not, because I am tired.
