In my household, it's no secret that the last four months have been a quick trip to hell and back. I'm not sure we're on the upswing, but I think so. There are a few signs and reminders that tell me things are settling down and looking up:
1. Mom: She's moved to an A-plus rest home: her own spacious room with her own furniture; three dining room family style meals a day; morning and afternoon crafts and activities, including Bingo: a nurse and aides available 24 hours a day; cozy communal kitchens and livingrooms; weekly laundry and housekeeping; and in all, 30 residents who patch together as a sort of family unit. I cannot believe our good fortune that my Mom got in this place. And, man, does she deserve it....
2. I bought three Amaryllis' this Christmas--gave one to my Godmother, sent one to Ces, and kept one for myself. Except the one I kept for myself never got out of its box. I forgot about it, lamented I didn't have time for it, and thoroughly ignored it until two weeks ago, when I opened the box and found a pathetic twisted sun starved bud barely on life support. I watered it and put it on a little table with morning light.
Can you believe this? I rarely swear in this blog but goddamnit, if this amaryllis can survive and blossom, so can I (And therefore, so can you).
daring to move. Instead, it's all about walks, chicken and cookies these days.