Nesting
I came back to my parents' home last Friday. I've been staying every night since then. My dog seems to be doing very well here and has never been so obedient which is, of course, not good enough for my mother.
I brought comfort items with me last week...a down comforter and pillow, my most comfy clothes (which just happened to be in the laundry I hadn't done in a week), my music, several books and magazines. I even picked up some totally mindless reading material, a People magazine, at Border's when I went. I haven't felt much like reading.
I'm sleeping in my grandfather's old twin bed, which is going much better than I expected. I sometimes have to fight with the covers, though, because my blanket and comforter are for a full. I make my bed up every day. I do this at home, too, so Sadie can sleep there while I'm out, a habit I have found impossible to break. It's okay, though, as I throw an old sheet over the bed so I don't have a duvet full of black and brown dog hair. I make my bed here simply because it feels good to do so. Mike and I busy ourselves with simple tasks...straightening out the shed, creating many things my father would have liked, organizing things. It takes our minds off what's happening for a short while. This is alright. We can't dwell on Dad's death 24/7.
These are things I can control, unlike my father's health. There is some small comfort in that. Control the things I can and let the others do as they must.
Dad survived another night. We are all going to bed, though Mike has appointed himself a night shift person. He's able to do some of his research work remotely and can work better when it's quiet. I think, also, he wants Pop to be 'alone' as little as possible. If it comforts him, then it's all good.
Time to make a short foray out into the world. I need one. A trip to Lowe's for nails and a couple of pieces of wood. I have to get to the CVS for a prescription. I've developed what I can no longer deny is a sinus/upper respiratory infection and need to start antibiotics. One of the physicians I work with was kind enough to write a script for me. It pays to work in healthcare sometimes.
We will see what today brings.
I brought comfort items with me last week...a down comforter and pillow, my most comfy clothes (which just happened to be in the laundry I hadn't done in a week), my music, several books and magazines. I even picked up some totally mindless reading material, a People magazine, at Border's when I went. I haven't felt much like reading.
I'm sleeping in my grandfather's old twin bed, which is going much better than I expected. I sometimes have to fight with the covers, though, because my blanket and comforter are for a full. I make my bed up every day. I do this at home, too, so Sadie can sleep there while I'm out, a habit I have found impossible to break. It's okay, though, as I throw an old sheet over the bed so I don't have a duvet full of black and brown dog hair. I make my bed here simply because it feels good to do so. Mike and I busy ourselves with simple tasks...straightening out the shed, creating many things my father would have liked, organizing things. It takes our minds off what's happening for a short while. This is alright. We can't dwell on Dad's death 24/7.
These are things I can control, unlike my father's health. There is some small comfort in that. Control the things I can and let the others do as they must.
Dad survived another night. We are all going to bed, though Mike has appointed himself a night shift person. He's able to do some of his research work remotely and can work better when it's quiet. I think, also, he wants Pop to be 'alone' as little as possible. If it comforts him, then it's all good.
Time to make a short foray out into the world. I need one. A trip to Lowe's for nails and a couple of pieces of wood. I have to get to the CVS for a prescription. I've developed what I can no longer deny is a sinus/upper respiratory infection and need to start antibiotics. One of the physicians I work with was kind enough to write a script for me. It pays to work in healthcare sometimes.
We will see what today brings.
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3/09/2006 12:03:00 PM
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