Howling at the Moon
It doesn’t look like mom is getting out of the hospital yet, she’s still weak and not eating. I laid at the foot of her bed while she slept and listened to the woman in the room next door howling like a wild animal – obviously dementia – mom says her rantings have a pattern that begin with talking to someone, then ranting, then wailing. I kept trying to remain calm as I watched mom sleep and listened to the heartwrenching cries of the woman, but it made me so sad that I just wept and held on tight to my mother’s legs.
L was a no show this morning – that old dog. N and the Snake are across the lake but coming in midday and everyone meeting here for food early afternoon so we can get to MiMi’s for the parade. Yesterday was a Gomez day – rainy and dreary. S called from Portland and said it was cold cold cold there and he could never live in that kind of cold. He met someone, an outdoors type, I had to chuckle because of his aversion to the great outdoors. But then by evening he was feeling the weight of it all too.
No one has been to the LaLa house all week. The surge in starting with new people was a glitch, it’s back to the same old inertia that has colored the work on that house from day one. It’s so unsettling.
But first parade tonight, a welcome diversion.