Catching up: Blood Glucose readings through yesterday...
...have been updated. Go to Ain't She 2 Sweet - 2003. Nothing surprising to me, although I wonder how many of her ups and downs have to do with the traveling.
    The last few days have reminded me that she has a 'travelin' [wo]man' gene. It continues to kick in. We've talked, over the last 48 hours, about moving to Australia. Or New Zealand. It was only half fantasy. I've been wondering lately how much stamina my mother has recovered; or, perhaps, better put, how much stamina she still has, considering her survival of the last 2 - 2½ years.
    Maybe 5 days ago Driving Miss Daisy aired. I have never seen the entire movie, although I know, since its release, my mother has seen it several times, once in a theater. She didn't remember seeing it previously when we watched it this airing but she enjoyed it. Once again, I did not see all of it.
    I was struck by how much more emotionally melodic the film seems to me now that I have been companioning my mother through her aging. What seemed previously to be a smart, sweet film, now surprises me with its intimate, unadorned, almost self-conscious portrayal of old age. As time advanced through the film I was able to fill in the gaps between years. I remember wondering, as the scene wherein Miss Daisy literally relives her years as a teacher (my mother was a teacher almost her entire life; it was her calling, I would say) how many years prior Miss Daisy might have begun to wear paper underwear.
    Today? Hmmm...hair day, buy some sweater shirts at Costco for her, probably buy her a polish sausage with sauerkraut and a 'light' (I'm not sure if that means no sugar...it tastes surprisingly good for an artificially sweetened drink) lemonade, both of which she loves. I should probably pack some boxes, ready the computer for early shipment tomorrow. I've got calls to make, calls to answer...I've put off making another delivery run until, maybe, Sunday.
    We've got a ton of oxygen and a second concentrator which will help us negotiate the curious layout of the Prescott house. I'm a little overwhelmed with having to transport all that up. I've decided to leave the house down here 'on', maybe through next week. Mom and I will make some delivery runs from our base in Prescott as we begin our life there.
    I remarked to MD[dear]CFs yesterday afternoon that it didn't seem like we were making the startling break that's usual when we move. I guess we aren't, since we'll be closing the Prescott house back down and returning to Mesa in November.
    I gave her 850 mgs metformin last night. I've also been giving her an iron tablet twice a day since last Saturday on a hunch, just in case. I don't know whether I've noticed anything or not. Sometimes I think, in regard to my mother, I am developing some of that 'second sight' technique my mother used to teach pilots in WWII: recognizing and acting on what is recognized before conscious awareness. I am pleased about this.
    I am purposely slowing us down. It feels right to me.
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