Chapter 521 - A Good Day
"That was a good day" she said as we drove from the car park beneath the Club on Wednesday. "Yes it was" I agreed. Our daughter and grand daughter had driven from Pivot City last Tuesday to visit us to introduce us to our first great grand daughter, now almost a year old. You, the reader, will imagine many of the comments that we can make about the first of the next generation of our family line and all are true. There is no need for me to repeat them. Many years ago we dropped a rose petal onto the stream of life and in turn other petals float into the distant future.
They arrived on Tuesday evening, having driven all day with few stops. They had booked into a motel which saved me assembling temporary beds for them and more than likely gave them greater comfort. I was surprised the young one was awake and quite happy after being confined in a car all day. Then I was really surprised to see her waving at the image of her father, at home, on a tablet; so this is how the current generation begins in the 21st!
On the Wednesday we met at the Club for lunch. I had previously queried the availability of gluten free meals, for both our daughter and grand daughter are intolerant, and was surprised that almost all dishes were gluten free and most of those that were not so could be made so on order. However, at the time no gluten free sweet dishes were available so we all benefited by not indulging. Then a wander about the shopping centre to buy appropriate items for an evening meal. Out of about a dozen photos taken of the four generations of eldest girls (for that is what they are) in our family line, only one image had all four looking forwards at the camera (well, phone actually) at the same time and with suitable facial expressions, and for one in particular, the ravages of PD were most evident.
We didn't see the three girls before they left for home on Thursday because the smallest failed to wake them early enough; they left the motel about 10AM. Then in the evening a message to say they were home again. We are now able to see the almost daily images of our great grand daughter courtesy of an application installed on my better phone (the one not used for phone calls); a shame that the phone of my Person with PD has no screen for her to be able to show off the little one.
The collapsible commode/shower chair arrived on Friday. It was "dry" tested by using the small green slider board as a transfer medium before we visited Target to buy two large wheeled and two small suit cases, all of which fit into our small car, including the collapsible wheel chair. That same evening I booked a motel room for next Saturday at the next town down the 4 lane as an experiment to see whether we are able to cope away from home, for at least one night. The booking was made prior to me slipping off the high of having our visitors into my usual pessimistic mood. After we have a satisfactory overnight stay next Saturday I intend to plan a short trip for her to see her 97 year old aunt followed by a big trip down south.
Meanwhile she continues to shred the "rope" thick threads of two cushions in an effort to make pillow filling as well as filing and stacking craft magazines, which we don't tend to buy so many any more.
They arrived on Tuesday evening, having driven all day with few stops. They had booked into a motel which saved me assembling temporary beds for them and more than likely gave them greater comfort. I was surprised the young one was awake and quite happy after being confined in a car all day. Then I was really surprised to see her waving at the image of her father, at home, on a tablet; so this is how the current generation begins in the 21st!
On the Wednesday we met at the Club for lunch. I had previously queried the availability of gluten free meals, for both our daughter and grand daughter are intolerant, and was surprised that almost all dishes were gluten free and most of those that were not so could be made so on order. However, at the time no gluten free sweet dishes were available so we all benefited by not indulging. Then a wander about the shopping centre to buy appropriate items for an evening meal. Out of about a dozen photos taken of the four generations of eldest girls (for that is what they are) in our family line, only one image had all four looking forwards at the camera (well, phone actually) at the same time and with suitable facial expressions, and for one in particular, the ravages of PD were most evident.
We didn't see the three girls before they left for home on Thursday because the smallest failed to wake them early enough; they left the motel about 10AM. Then in the evening a message to say they were home again. We are now able to see the almost daily images of our great grand daughter courtesy of an application installed on my better phone (the one not used for phone calls); a shame that the phone of my Person with PD has no screen for her to be able to show off the little one.
The collapsible commode/shower chair arrived on Friday. It was "dry" tested by using the small green slider board as a transfer medium before we visited Target to buy two large wheeled and two small suit cases, all of which fit into our small car, including the collapsible wheel chair. That same evening I booked a motel room for next Saturday at the next town down the 4 lane as an experiment to see whether we are able to cope away from home, for at least one night. The booking was made prior to me slipping off the high of having our visitors into my usual pessimistic mood. After we have a satisfactory overnight stay next Saturday I intend to plan a short trip for her to see her 97 year old aunt followed by a big trip down south.
Meanwhile she continues to shred the "rope" thick threads of two cushions in an effort to make pillow filling as well as filing and stacking craft magazines, which we don't tend to buy so many any more.
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