Journal 05-04-2015
Good morning or whatever part of the day it is for you. Today is Monday May 4, 2015. The temperature is 60.5°F and the humidity is 74% at 6:04 a.m. PST (-8 GMT). Weather Underground shows sustained winds at 0 with gusts of 3.1 mph. Still dawning. It’s overcast. At least it’s stopped being hot and miserable. Weather Underground is predicting a 0% chance of precipitation and a high of 74° today. Again, it’s supposed to be “much cooler” than it was yesterday.
The visit with my mother-in-law turned out OK. She tires much more quickly than she used to and that’s sad. And there was another tale of how someone stole a couple sets of sheets from her. Granted, living in the retirement home where she is, things can get lost and can get stolen and she’s bound to resent losing control over things like being able to cook for herself and so on, but the likelihood of people stealing sheets regularly is so low that this has to be part of the paranoid thing again. It’s such an unhappy way to live. Just as concerning is the way she tired out so quickly and the more or less chronic diarrhea. She’s 92 and has weakened quite a bit in the last year or two. She’ll be 93 in June.
I told her that I wished she could have been at the wedding (she wasn’t feeling well enough) and she said she wished she could have been there as well. She said she’s gone over and over the wedding pictures. We’ll have to get her some more, because gods know we got plenty. She then told me about her own wedding, how her mother and her husband’s mother were both crying because they didn’t think he was good enough for her, that he was embarrassed to say that he bequeathed her all his worldly possessions because he didn’t have a thing. But he turned out to be a good husband “and the best father. He could change that baby in his lap just as easily as I could.” And this in the 1950s, when changing babies was women’s work and men didn’t handle dirty diapers. I enjoy talking to her when she talks about her life, her childhood and my husband’s childhood. They seem to have been so happy.
Mr. Siduri is still working on the bathroom. He’s repainting the door. It’s primered, drying on sawhorses in the garage at the moment. I got up at some godawful hour of the night to take some Tylenol for a headache and forget there was no door so I couldn’t shut it when I turned on the light. Wouldn’t much matter. Without my glasses, I couldn’t read the label. I could just see the red on the bottle.
Thanks for reading. Hope you and yours are all well and happy. Hope the day brings you good things.
Writing schedule:
1. Continue reading Currant Events.
2. Do a sorta daily writing prompt.
3. Refurbish another sci-fi review and post it.
4. Continue researching and rewriting chapter 1 using critique group’s suggestions. On to chapter 2.
5. Review the Van De Mieroop book on cuneiform for Examiner today and another book tomorrow.
6. Critique another chapter in “Infinite Prison” and send it back to J.
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©2015 Denise Longrie
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Comments
CalmGemini wrote on May 5, 2015, 2:50 AM
I like the fact that you take the time to visit and talk to your mother-in-law. When we are very old, it will definitely give us much happiness that others are interested in us.Taking medicines without your glasses to read the label is not advisable.
msiduri wrote on May 5, 2015, 8:57 AM
I could see the label well enough to tell it was Tylenol as opposed to, say, an antacid or a laxative, but I couldn't read the strength of the Tylenol. I enjoy talking to my mother-in-law. First, she's a pleasant person. She's funny and cheerful. There's a lot she can't do anymore, though.