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September 02 FEET DON'T FAIL ME NOWI know for certain that it is time for me to get that dream apartment, hopefully near the shore.
I went to visit with my mother yesterday and really did have a good visit. I brought two sinful deserts and a plant. I caught her just as she was finishing lunch. She was pushing her walker and looked oh so weary. For whatever reason her assisted living apartment looked exactly as I imagined it. It is lovely. While I was with her another resident came to the door. She was a lovely woman who was questioning cleaning/laundry service. She seemed to have all her marbles, but as my mother tried to joke with her, this lovely woman just did not seem to get the humor. I know my mother misses the humor from my father. I could see it in her face.
After the woman left we dove into the desert. I was sitting across a small table from her remembering how we always had tea and a chat after I would return from high school. She spoke with me about things she is now giving away to family members. She has this large antique chest that my daughter Kate was interested in. She gave Kate permission to have it. The chest contained some linens but also some love letters to my mother from my father during WWII. So much of my dad's writings were cut out for security reasons. I am thinking now that I would love to see those letters. I am thrilled that my mom got to see them again. My father fell in love with my mother from the time they met. So much of my mother's life seems to be coming full circle. I could sense that she was winding down after a time and left knowing that I will be able to see her again soon.
During my visit with my mom, I mentioned a pastel that I had done for my dad years ago that he loved and hung in the living room. No one would ever want that pastel and I asked her if I could take it to give to Rich. Of course she said yes. I went to her home and took the picture and drove to the nursing home to give it to Rich as I just knew that he would appreciate and love it. For the first time I did not get lost getting to that nursing home. TAA!! DAA!!
Having my car at this rest home is the only thing that is keeping me sane. The owner of this place was here today. I had quite a headache this morning and took some medicine. Hours later I went to a meeting and was pretty sick to the point of leaving early. When I returned, the owner had words with me. Either give up the migraine medicine or give up the car. I was stunned. My answer was, "Take the medicine." If I give up my car, I believe my spirit will suffer. I am contacting anyone with ears to help me find that one bedroom apartment (err) near the shore. It is out there and it is calling my name. I have done as much as I can to strengthen my legs and I have gone as far as I can. I am far enough along to live on my own.
I have two space friends in my state who I am certain will help me out. It is time for me to take my life back. My boys at Embassy House are on the alert. It really is "Feet don't fail me now." I am looking at October 1st to be back on my own. I know how to pace myself. If I remain in this system much longer a part if me will die.
Okay. So it is get on your knees time.
Now, play nice. LOL
XOXOXO,
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