New week
With much to do for my mother, relatively speaking. She is having a procedure to get an idea of what kind of shape her heart is in, an echocardiogram, which I am hoping won't be upsetting for her. Worse is probably the dental work she needs to keep her teeth from crumbling further. I feel so bad for her, since she realy hates going to any sort of medical appointments, but in particular the ones with the dentist. We have discussed this, and she's aware of it, and wonders why she gets so rattled by the dental sessions; I tell her, and I do believe it to be so, that no one really enjoys or looks forward to repair sessions with a dentist. We also have administrative things to do, but she considers trips to the bank exciting. Loves watching people going about their business, is fascinated with the outfits you can see down around the University District.
She has some off times, and today's kind of feeling like one, so it's good that the sun's shining today, that it's on the edge of balminess outside, that we have gotten in our first walk of the day, to stave off her mind's fogs.
A daughter of one of my mother's oldest friends called to check up on us. She and her husband have moved to some shoreline area in Maine, from which they can launch sea kayaks. No more Cincinnati, Ohio for them. Excellent to hear from her, and wonderful for my mother. Her friend died last spring, shortly before her 89th birthday; we had been talking to her weekly for more than two years, and when she died, my mother pretty much lost her last good friend from high school. Talking to the daughter was kind of a solace for my mom.
Late-breaking walk, down the hill to Gasworks Park to catch the sunset. Cool, breezy, but teasingly like spring. Interesting the way the micro climates change as you go down the south side of our hill. Bleeding hearts are out down that way, as well as more flowering trees. The cool weather assures that the blossoms will last a bit longer.
Off to get some traction in William Vollman's novel Europe Central, and a spot or two of Elizabeth Bowen's non fiction.
She has some off times, and today's kind of feeling like one, so it's good that the sun's shining today, that it's on the edge of balminess outside, that we have gotten in our first walk of the day, to stave off her mind's fogs.
A daughter of one of my mother's oldest friends called to check up on us. She and her husband have moved to some shoreline area in Maine, from which they can launch sea kayaks. No more Cincinnati, Ohio for them. Excellent to hear from her, and wonderful for my mother. Her friend died last spring, shortly before her 89th birthday; we had been talking to her weekly for more than two years, and when she died, my mother pretty much lost her last good friend from high school. Talking to the daughter was kind of a solace for my mom.
Late-breaking walk, down the hill to Gasworks Park to catch the sunset. Cool, breezy, but teasingly like spring. Interesting the way the micro climates change as you go down the south side of our hill. Bleeding hearts are out down that way, as well as more flowering trees. The cool weather assures that the blossoms will last a bit longer.
Off to get some traction in William Vollman's novel Europe Central, and a spot or two of Elizabeth Bowen's non fiction.
posted by isabelita at 9:58 AM
5 Comments:
Gasworks is a great park. Enjoy the sun/fair weather. methinks we have traded climates. We continue to get pasted with wetness here.
Getting old is a bitch, I'm told by my clients.
Working w/older people for 15 years now, I'm sympathetic to their plight.
It's amazing how many people don't understand their own parents, tho.
It sounds like your mother is one of the fortunate. :)
So how do you know about Gasworks, 'spike? Have you been there? It's okay, but not as good for windsurfing as, say, Alki or Golden Gardens. As for your precipitation, I've spent some very wet cold days in the Bay area...
lt, don't know so much if it's that I understand my mother, as it is that she's always been a very sweet-natured person. If she were bitchy and angry like some people's folks - and very often that is a function of their dementia disease - there's no fricking way we'd be doing this.
Keeping active is paramount. Keeps teh brain as fresh as possible.
Ah, dentistry! That tooth decay is really a bad evolutionary development, don't you think? I'd like to see the creationists explain tooth decay...the most universal (next to death itself) of God's great plagues.
Neil, we're pretty much outliving our usefulness. Haven't kept up with the mutating.
Or else it's... SA-TAN!...visiting us with plagues of plaque and decay...
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