Thank you to Vivian Swift for the beautiful portrait of Lucy. I need to get a frame for it and then will hang it where I can see it often. Lucy continues on, although her coughing and breathing continue to worsen. She'll go to the vet next month for shots and I guess we'll see what the vet thinks of her condition. It's horrible watching pets decline.
Jack is home sick with me today. He came back from grandma's last night and was feeling cold. This morning he woke up with a fever and explained to me that boogers get bigger in your nose when you're sick. Good to know. He spent most of Saturday with Gracie and came back with a diaper rash. When I asked him about it he said, "My momma too busy to clean me.", but he also talks about when he was a dad when he was six and he took his kids to play video games.
We took a bunch of stuff down to Camrose for my father in law yesterday. His room looks cozy now and he liked the things we brought for him. He also has a clock in his room now and I need to get him a calendar. It saddens me that his wife won't bring any of his things from home for him. My father in law seems to think that his wife has divorced him, without telling him, because he's living in Camrose and she's living in Wetaskiwin. He was better than last weekend, more like his old self, although still suspicious of his wife's motives. We had a nice visit.
As for me, sometimes it feels like one day bleeds into another. I am in limbo, waiting for my foot to get better, waiting to see what happens with Jack and Gracie, just waiting. I remember this feeling when my children were babies, waiting for something.
The weather is beautiful right now, sunny and warm, warm for here. I took Heidi for a short walk, on Saturday, at the dog park to see how my foot would do, it hurt, but I got to enjoy the trees again. I have a huge craving to go for a really long walk, maybe next summer when my foot is all better, I hope. I miss life, even though this is life right now, it's not my old life. Perhaps this is grief. I know my foot will eventually heal, but it gets me down. I miss my friends at work and I miss my patients.
I love Lucy's smile. This is such a nice thing to do for you. I'm so sorry you are in limbo. I know the feeling and so I do sympathize. It's great Jack was a dad at six and took his kids to play video games, what a good dad!!! I do like the winter photo with the doggo in the background.ReplyDelete
I imagine I will feel this waiting in limbo many more times in my life as I age, deal with health issues and generally decline. Mum used to watch an English show, "Waiting for God", I don't want to feel like that:)Delete
Jack has been an excellent father so far.
You're not living the way you want to right now, that's for sure. Waiting and patience are not two of my predominant qualities; I have to work on them every day. I hope your foot will soon permit longer walks, especially on those beautiful days. I always feel like I'm missing out if I'm not able to get outside when it's sunny. Your FIL's room looks very cozy!ReplyDelete
I'm not patient either. I'm whining really. Life is good, it's just not what I expected, said nobody, ever!Delete
Your father-in-law's room does indeed look cozy. How beautiful of you to make that happen. It is so cruel to separate a married couple the way he and his wife have been.ReplyDelete
Lucy's portrait is lovely. So much spirit shines through!
I know you are tired of being patient in order to heal. It must be so, so hard on you.
I don't think the separation bothers my mother in law as much as it does my father in law.Delete
I want to be patient now:)
When I had plantar fasciitis (twice) I was a miserable person, it seems so fundamental, to have pain when we put on our own two feet in the ground. Both times it started when I was travelling with big plans for walking, even hiking. But like you say so yourself, it just went away when it did. But goodness, what a bummer. Hang on in there, you will get better.ReplyDelete
As for your mother in law's behaviour, it reminds me of one of a similar case in my family with one of father's cousins. In this case, she was simply in shock, unable to deal with the change and not coping at all. We thought she was cruel and selfish and didn't catch on until she was actually suicidal. It got sorted in the end, they did not live too far apart, but whoa, that would have been a big one.
I tore my plantar fascia which is why it's taking so long to heal.Delete
I don't know about my mother in law; she's such a control freak and maybe this is the case. I haven't talked to her in awhile, I'm still trying to sort out my feelings towards her because she treated my husband and his brother so awfully.
My mother in law went into care when my father in law died. She forgot he had died and spent days wondering around calling his name. She was convinced he was having an affair (of which he had several when he was younger so she wasn't far off the mark). It was very sad but the staff were brilliant.ReplyDelete
I hope the foot lets you walk in those magnificent woods. I am very envious.
My father in law comes and goes in his dementia. He's also a very smart man and does a very good job of covering it up. We have lovely woods around here. The north central part of Alberta is parkland which means lots of poplars and shrubs, interspersed with meadows and grasslands. Lots of beautiful places to walk. I've included a link. Beaver Hills is not far from where we live.Delete
Damn, Gracie can't even keep Jack clean for one weekend!!!! She makes my blood boil - I'm so sorry. On another note, that is a lovely portrait of Lucy isn't it!ReplyDelete
It boggles the mind and makes her mother so sad. I hung up the portrait of Lucy in the hallway so we can see it all the time. I love it.Delete
The quilt looks good on your father-in-law's bed. It's hard to wait for recovery. It involves a certain surrender, which isn't an easy thing to do.ReplyDelete
If I remember right, you spent a lot of time recovering from an injury. You have my respect.Delete
That's a clever and skilful painting - looks simple but it's super hard to do well. I like that.ReplyDelete
She's a beautiful artist.
Aaaaargh, I didn't realize you had actually torn the fascia. I had the -itis after spending too much time on crutches instead of getting a knee cart and a wheel chair, and that was bad enough. I hope you heal quickly. And then there is Gracie, I just can't.ReplyDelete
I've learned a lot about fasica these past eight months, mostly that it takes forever to heal:)Delete