Sometimes you sense a subtle change in the course of events. You almost can't put your finger on it.
But there it is anyway.
You want to go back, to a time before, but that's not allowed.
You're in the here, and now, and this is what you've got.
Better buck up, and get ready.
My mother isn't home from the hospital for a whole day, and she's short of breath already.
Shower, shampoo, get her this, get her that, fix her meds for the week. Look at the appointments.
I think I sat blankly staring at the TV until I had to go to bed. I say that because now I have no recollection of what was on. I didn't knit, wasn't reading. My brain was toast.
That's ok sometimes, right?
I don't even like TV.
I am looking ahead at the summer, the fall, and trying to put myself in the mindset that will serve me best.
Care of an aging parent.
I know there are books out there about it, but can anyone really tell you how it's going to be? Isn't it like any other place you haven't been? You have to do it yourself?
When I went to the studio this morning, I tried to soak up some of the serenity that abides there.
I want to take it with me.
So far so good on keeping critters out of my little garden.
I put it in late, but it can still produce.
If it doesn't do much, that's ok, I will work on it for next year. I am going with the flow, in all things. It seems like the thing to do.
Sometimes when I am stressed, I bake.
So yesterday I made my blueberry pumpkin pound cake, and a new recipe, Strawberry Tirimisu.
I found it HERE. Creampuffsinvenice
Now if only it tastes as good as it looks.
I'll keep you posted.