It was cool enough under the canopy of da woods yesterday that I met Mom's bus when she got home and asked if she'd like to go for a walk up to the sunny part of the lane where our day lilies, iris, roses and Memorial Trees are.
She sees them when the bus comes and goes, but the windows are high enough, and they're going fast enough that she doesn't really get a good look. I've been trying to take her for short walks daily -- weather and appointments permitting.
She hadn't seen the painted sunflowers, lambs' ear stalks covered in deep blue, bee balm, tickseed, lavender, blazing star, clematis blooming on _both_ signposts, cosmos, yarrow, coneflowers... There are black raspberries ready to be picked before the birds get them all. I also wanted to check one more time that the hole we tilled for Uncle Shorty's oak tree was still where she wanted it planted.
When I asked her if she'd like to go for a walk, she looked at her stocking-covered feet in her wheelchair and said, somewhat disappointedly, "Well, yes, but I don't have my shoes..."
*wry smiles*
...the photo is from this spring, looking out from the front of da green house, when the flowering almond at was still in bloom behind us.
On the HealthWatch:
I've been managing nausea with meds this past week; headaches are becoming less frequent and manageable with OTC meds. Am also needing meds to sleep through the night. ...guess you might say we're managing... *grins*
The past few days, I've walked the mile, done gardening, house and bird chores, and done breathing/relaxation exercises; my breathing isn't getting better, but it seems not to be getting worse, either...*shrugs*
Thank you, dd, for the wonderful massage today! Your energy, warmth, and levity this afternoon was just the healing I needed; I hope you were able to catch some of the reflections in return. So pleased to see you so on the mend; I know a lot of us have been missing you. *hugs*
*big heartful smiles*
Stay cool and make nice!
*nice cooling smiles*
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One day I had a little scab on my head and my Mom asked me what happened.
"I was thinking really hard and my head blew up," I said, ever the wag.
"It must have been a small thought," my mother replied.
Thinking about you and Marie stirs up all kinds of contradictory and simultaneous emotions. I'm still waiting for wisdom and the "secret handshake" that seals the deal.
I'm not holding my breath.
Cranium man, I often wonder how different my life would be now if my parents were still on the planet. I'm grateful for the lack of worry and stress I see friends coping with, but there are still those moments when I think "I want to tell Mom (or Daddy) about..." what I did or experienced.
Do let us know if you find that secret handshake...
dp, how did you sleep after the massage?
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cranium man, it took me a minute to realize you probably didn't look then like you do now and that scab would have been harder to see, nicht? *heh*
...there 's more than one secret handshake; good thing not to hold your breath. ...and, since you're not holding yours, might you hold mine?
nancyturtle, you have articulated the dilemma well. *nods*
...I generally sleep very well following a massage, and that should be the case tonight.
Make nice!
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