Albedo of Celeste
Jan. 15th, 2019 08:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ismoOne thing about these trips is that they sure do make you grateful to reach your motel room, even though it's not the most posh thing ever. I wonder if the nice Russian lady who runs the breakfast buffet will be here this time around. Nothing is ever simple. We woke up this morning to the perky weather person saying the dread words, "big sheet of ice." I stepped out onto the porch just to see if this was true, and it was. Everything was thinly coated in a silver freeze. We postponed our departure for awhile to see if it would get better. The Sparrowhawk went out to do some errands in the late morning, and came back to report that the main roads were pretty much okay so he thought the highway would be too. We packed some sandwiches and coffee, since the coffee shop has closed.
The drive was nervewracking, because if there's a slippery spot, you can't see it. It looked pretty good, though, and I thought by the time we got to Lansing, we should be out of the big blue spot, and into an area that hadn't had freezing rain all night. Well . . . sort of true. It was in Lansing that the fog and freezing drizzle from right now began. Weather reports drive me crazy. "No precipitation expected." Okay, but it's raining RIGHT NOW. And it's 28 degrees out, so you know it's freezing. The nice thing was that everyone seemed to be a bit intimidated by the weather, so they were driving more slowly than usual. We arrived safe and sound at my mother's place. I took a look at the front of my car, and the whole thing was coated in ice again, including my headlights and the edges of the windshield. This is NOT the weather I should be driving in, but I'm here now, so whatever.
En route, the Duchess called to say that Assisted Care told her that Mother was having problems of a bathroom-related nature and was tired and confused. When we arrived, she was still in her nightgown, and had just been awakened by a helper who was trying to coax her to hydrate. She thought it was the middle of the night and focused her attention on trying to get us to lie down for a nap, until I convinced her it was still daytime. She looked pale and pitiful. However, she sat up and started to perk up a bit. Eventually she drank a cup of tea, had her leg bandage changed, took her pills, and ate a little while I chatted with her. She seemed a little better, so I'm hopeful that we will be able to go to the cardiologist as scheduled tomorrow. The care supervisor is going to call me at 10 to let me know how the rest of the evening went. Several phone calls were exchanged with the Duchess, and also with Deb. We'd been hoping to get together with Deb and the Prussian for dinner, but Deb is under the weather too. We decided to postpone our next meeting till everyone feels all right.
Perhaps it's for the best, because I'm beat. We left after Mother finished eating, got a bite to eat at a local restaurant, and now we're going to crash. I have to be up pretty early tomorrow.
The drive was nervewracking, because if there's a slippery spot, you can't see it. It looked pretty good, though, and I thought by the time we got to Lansing, we should be out of the big blue spot, and into an area that hadn't had freezing rain all night. Well . . . sort of true. It was in Lansing that the fog and freezing drizzle from right now began. Weather reports drive me crazy. "No precipitation expected." Okay, but it's raining RIGHT NOW. And it's 28 degrees out, so you know it's freezing. The nice thing was that everyone seemed to be a bit intimidated by the weather, so they were driving more slowly than usual. We arrived safe and sound at my mother's place. I took a look at the front of my car, and the whole thing was coated in ice again, including my headlights and the edges of the windshield. This is NOT the weather I should be driving in, but I'm here now, so whatever.
En route, the Duchess called to say that Assisted Care told her that Mother was having problems of a bathroom-related nature and was tired and confused. When we arrived, she was still in her nightgown, and had just been awakened by a helper who was trying to coax her to hydrate. She thought it was the middle of the night and focused her attention on trying to get us to lie down for a nap, until I convinced her it was still daytime. She looked pale and pitiful. However, she sat up and started to perk up a bit. Eventually she drank a cup of tea, had her leg bandage changed, took her pills, and ate a little while I chatted with her. She seemed a little better, so I'm hopeful that we will be able to go to the cardiologist as scheduled tomorrow. The care supervisor is going to call me at 10 to let me know how the rest of the evening went. Several phone calls were exchanged with the Duchess, and also with Deb. We'd been hoping to get together with Deb and the Prussian for dinner, but Deb is under the weather too. We decided to postpone our next meeting till everyone feels all right.
Perhaps it's for the best, because I'm beat. We left after Mother finished eating, got a bite to eat at a local restaurant, and now we're going to crash. I have to be up pretty early tomorrow.
