Chapter 113 - Black Things in the Night

I think I mentioned in a recent post that one morning I checked all over, top & bottom, inside & out, the drapes on our bedroom window in search of a large spider she saw there. A couple of mornings ago she told me that she sees spiders on the ceiling every night, yet she knows they are not real because they disappear when she blinks her eyes. Not so the spider she sees on her pill bottle kept on her bedside table for her midnight & 6am meds. That one goes only when she shines her torch on it, the torch I bought her a long time ago now when she was in that clinic down south, when she first had hallucinations due to over-medication. That is hardly the cause now. Perhaps green tea? She has one cup at breakfast now. Her hallucinations remind me of her father's cousin who, in conversation with us in the middle of the day kept referring to a fire raging in trees in the garden outside his house. He was PWP.

She has tolerated well a busy week and the family get-together yesterday. Today we pack the truck to head north to Kevin Kountry (she is disappointed that the country's government changed hands last night) for our embroidery conference. Packing includes taking her special mattress from of the van.