Had a big scare this week. I got a call from some agency that”Marian was weak, suffering from dementia, non-responsive and was being transported to the hospital.” The short message ended with saying that my sister and her husband were with her. I went cold and played out needing to be in Baytown right for the end. Thankfully, I got Deena on the line and things were not as dire as that call had made it sound. It turns out that she has a UTI and is being treated with IV antibiotics. It’s the right thing for Deena to be there. I think I would have frozen to have had to make the decisions she’s had to make so far. Still not out of the hospital, but the scare is over for the moment.
In my mind, I ask people to meet for meals all the time. In reality, it practically never happens. By the time I play out all the possible negative responses the moment has passed and I’ve cooked my own meal again or ordered delivery. I need that interaction and don’t get that from texts or phone calls (never have). My default is to save money and cook for myself. But that has meant that I spend all my time with “what will be” rather than “what is”.
Knowing that I need to change that action is another reason that I am again considering the lap pool. I’ve contacted Endless Pools to get the base price of the pool (eek!). Now I’m waiting on the installing contractor to find out about the installation–where in the yard, above ground on slab or partially submerged, and price. (Toss all the patio furniture and use the existing patio? Nope, not enough room.) Time to spend something on my now…almost convinced. For my health, though, I need to do this. Sometimes when I get up fast, my legs sorta faint and I have to sit down again. I need the exercise. If I can’t get myself out in the world to move around, I’ve got to do it here. Gotta.
Me and Novella have been having a trying time this week. For months now, she will come into the bedroom, nails clacking on the floor, pacing back and forth until I wake up and take her out. Generally this has occurred between 5:30 and 6. Thursday night, she started this pacing at about 1:30. I took her out, but she never settled down. She paced and clacked until morning. I took her out twice and never did get back to sleep. (Not sure if this had anything to do with that being the day Mothers emergency occurred.) it made for an extremely long day. The moment I got up and started the coffee, she fell deeply asleep. Out of fear for a repeat the next night, at bedtime, I took her out front on the lead instead of out in the backyard. Got her stirred up and a little tired and she slept pretty well…until 4am. Took her out (back, was in my PJs) and never got back to sleep. This morning, 4:30. I’ve been able to get a nap on the weekend, but that just isn’t possible during the week. Solution: even though I’ll be exhausted by the time it’s time for bed, Vella needs to be exhausted before bedtime for me to be able to get a good nights sleep. And maybe I go to bed earlier that 10:30 or 11 pm. Yes, I’m sure that this is something that many, many families do every night, but it hasn’t been our practice in the last 10 years. Like her dog mom, she really needs that potty break. Thankfully, she gives me somewhat of a notice. But, that notice is SHORT! She doesn’t have a lot of control over holding her bowels so as soon as she gives a sort of indication, we need to get outside or there are land mines to contend with. (Luckily, she can control the pee…for now.) Ah, aging.
on a happier note, the plants in the backyard are doing great. Well, maybe not the mangos. I was able pick one early one, three more were attacked by the wildlife before I could get to it, and several others are still not ripe (??). But, the fig tree is over seven feet tall and has a dozen hard green figs all over those spindly branches. Not sure if this first year will produce ripe fruit, but this is great progress. The transplanted chenille plant is thriving. On the side yard, it was straggly, but it is getting pretty lush and has loads of chenille tails now. The gingers are doing well, too. They all just needed some space to breathe!
Freezer Fill: Baked Swai with Spinach, Pork Cacciatore
This Week: Getting screens replaced on the patio, therapy session, eye doctor appointment, book club (10 yr anniversary). And I’m delivering training Tuesday through Thursday while developing a new training session. (Somebody thinks I’ll be delivering this training. But I’m not available on half of dates they’ve chosen. The rest of this year is going to be a nightmare for scheduling.)