The definitive, eccentric journal of an unlikely caregiver.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
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is to undermine the isolation of the caregiving experience
by offering all, especially our loved ones, a window into our lives.
As I post to this journal I think of our loved ones and their families,
how busy and involved we all are, and that,
if and when they come to this site they can be assured
that they will miss nothing in our lives and will, thereby, recognize us
and relax easily into our arms and our routines
when we are again face to face.
Legend of Journal Abbreviations
APF = A Prescott Friend (generic) DU = Dead Uncle LTF = Long Time Friend a.k.a: MFASRF = My Fucking Anal San Rafael Friend MA = Mom's Accountant MCF = My Chandler Friend(s) MCS = My Colorado Sister MDL = My Dead Lover MFLNF = My Former Lover Now Friend MLDL = My Long Distance Lover |
MFA = Mom's Financial Advisor MFS = My Florida Sister MPBIL = My Phoenix Brother-in-Law MPF = My Phoenix Friend (generic) MPNC = My Phoenix NieCe MPNP = My Phoenix NePhew MPS = My Phoenix Sister MS = Mom's Sister MTNDN = My Treasured Next Door Neighor OCC = Our Construction Company |
Sunday, June 29, 2003
Today's character still eludes me.
Usually I have it figured out by now (even though any particular day may, later, prove me wrong). My mother has been up twice, since before 0700 for 45 minute intervals, insisting on smoking (and enduring the waiting period while she comes off the oxygen) but trotting off to bed when I begin to prepare breakfast. I think both arisings were spurred by her subspace noting, in her sleep, of the car engine, as both intervals occurred about 10 minutes after I arrived home from car-borne errands.
She looks good, sounds good, but isn't ready to face the world, yet, I guess. She confirmed that it is Sunday, a funny thing, actually. She always asks, of every day, "Is it Sunday?" or she'll state it. I used to think she did this because every day seemed like a pastoral Sunday (which I wasn't sure was good), but, because her reactions vary depending on what day of the week it is (i.e., if it's Monday or Friday she's enlivened, as these are both hair days; if it's a doctor's appointment or a blood draw day she wishes it was Sunday), I decided it may be that, to my mother, now, every day begins with the potential of being a Sunday, but she's not disappointed if it's not.
Well, today, it is Sunday and she seemed quite pleased, as though she had partied all night and felt no guilt about sleeping in.
I will be going out a few times, today, a supply run and a short friend run. I'll wait until after her breakfast, which will probably take place in an hour or so, to remind her of my plans. Her complexion was rosy. She may want to accompany me on one or the other trip...I can hear a resounding "Naaaahhhh..." from the peanut gallery. You never know...it's days like this that are the most promising...
For myself, I'm not computer inclined, today, but I wanted to check in. I have some thoughts about my mother's sleeping environment I want to muse about on the keyboard, but, later, I think...we've still got a few of MCF's movies, and I was much encouraged, last night, that she was fascinated with X-Men. There are two more action/adventures, one psuedo-science fiction, and I've got a few books that look good. Sure sounds like a Sunday to me. Good thing it is a Sunday.
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