The wild asters are blooming. I told Jack that when they start to bloom, summer is half over. I always love to see them but it also makes me sad.
I talked to my daughter last night. She had a bad fall on Friday; she was running with the dog when she fell, and was worried she would have to go to emergency. She didn't go to emerg and felt much better the next day, except for her neck. No bones broken, swollen knee, abraded skin and whiplash.
I'm thankful she's back in my life again. She's a tough nut, just like her mum. We're both older and more mature now and once again, we're rebuilding our relationship. I see her as an adult now, instead of a child, that helps. I always say to people that you don't have a baby, you give birth to a person but I don't always follow my own advice. Her life, her decisions. And she seems much more accepting of me living my life and making my own decisions. I worry about her, worry about her health declining and I know she does too but neither of us have any control over that. Time will tell.
We don't have Jack this weekend so we're at loose ends. I'm reading a very good book right now, "Still Life" by Sarah Winman. It took me awhile to get into it, but I love it. You can't read it fast, which is how I usually like to read books. It's about art and Florence, Italy and family that we construct and women and history. Ambitious but it works.
Here's a link to a review of the book.
Otherwise, not much happening. I'm feeling down, worry about Jack, trying to figure out how to deal with my mother in law and still a sore foot. My mother in law is not who I thought she was and I guess I'm grieving the loss of that. She has been cruel to her sons, not just controlling, or maybe unintentionally cruel by way of control. I don't know, but I've lost something that I had and I'm sad. My father in law is doing remarkably well. He no longer has an indwelling catheter, so he's no longer getting UTIs. His appetite is back and he's stronger. He still has mild dementia but he's content for the most part. When we visit, I ask him questions about the past, a glimpse into the past, unvarnished by my mother in law. It's not always pretty.
I think too much, feel too much but it is who I am.