Chapter 63 - A Busy Period Ends
This past weekend saw the end of several weeks of activity. On Wednesday life long friends (and rellies) arrived in town in their caravan so we both enjoyed long chats, some hilarity and for a few of us, the odd bottle of red. On Thursday we took them to the hot air city where we bought some timber off-cuts for our son who is a "woody" hobbyist. Usually we drive to & from that town as quickly as we can, but this time we dawdled and enjoyed ourselves. Friday was a disaster - after taking her 6am meds then needing some help drying & dressing following a shower, she returned to bed, where she slept until 10:30am, both of us forgetting her 9am meds. I had to cancel our planned morning tea visit with our friends to the new bakery at the other end of our town. Off & on during the week she found sufficient energy and motivation to embroider towels for a new member in the family of our son's in-laws. I can't remember the last time she did some stitching; at least many months ago. Help was needed with threading and hooping, as she tended to be chair bound in front of her machine.
Once again the clan gathered for an early Xmas celebration in our village hall. This year she decided to hand out presents to the kids in those green environmentally-friendly shopping bags, although there was some ripping of conventional wrappings. Yet I am saddened that she is unable to fully play the part of grandmother.
No church on Sunday. Neither of us suggested going; we simply dawdled into the morning. She had been given some clothes as a present; too small for someone that needs looseness for ease of in & out of so down town in the afternoon to seek an exchange at her clothes store of choice, but no such luck, the place was shut.
Surprise! At 8:10am I just checked on her to discover that she had showered, dried, dressed,and breakfasted in front of the telly. A start to a good day perhaps, except she asked me to take the dirty clothes basket out to the laundry, and that means later I will need to mannishly hang (ie. not in an approved manner) the stuff on the line.
Once again the clan gathered for an early Xmas celebration in our village hall. This year she decided to hand out presents to the kids in those green environmentally-friendly shopping bags, although there was some ripping of conventional wrappings. Yet I am saddened that she is unable to fully play the part of grandmother.
No church on Sunday. Neither of us suggested going; we simply dawdled into the morning. She had been given some clothes as a present; too small for someone that needs looseness for ease of in & out of so down town in the afternoon to seek an exchange at her clothes store of choice, but no such luck, the place was shut.
Surprise! At 8:10am I just checked on her to discover that she had showered, dried, dressed,and breakfasted in front of the telly. A start to a good day perhaps, except she asked me to take the dirty clothes basket out to the laundry, and that means later I will need to mannishly hang (ie. not in an approved manner) the stuff on the line.
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