Blowin away
Wildly windy night, which continued into the next day; hard to get mom out at first, but once we bundled up sufficiently, she soldiered on. We had our walks, with chickens and cats blown along with us.
Met up with some friends for climbing exercise; we all seem to be in a similar vessel, regarding aging parents with various health issues. Good to compare notes and get new thoughts about how to proceed. We find ourselves daydreaming about being somewhere on warm rock faces...
Delving into the Wallace Stegner short story collection; I've always admired his voice and style, and the short fiction is proving to be as good as the novels and nonfiction writings I've read.
Met up with some friends for climbing exercise; we all seem to be in a similar vessel, regarding aging parents with various health issues. Good to compare notes and get new thoughts about how to proceed. We find ourselves daydreaming about being somewhere on warm rock faces...
Delving into the Wallace Stegner short story collection; I've always admired his voice and style, and the short fiction is proving to be as good as the novels and nonfiction writings I've read.
posted by isabelita at 10:45 AM
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Being the youngest of parents who started late (and kept going well past the time good sense would dictate otherwise), I was only briefly the adult child of parents in decline. It's one of the things that I think people who've never coped cannot fully understand. Shifting gears: I laughed as I thought of the chickens and cats blowing along with you on your windy walk!
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