Good luck, Epic. We're looking at something similar with my sister-in-law. She's moving back East because her health isn't good enough any more to live by herself with no family closer than 2,000 miles away. (She'll continue to live on her own, but with 2 brothers living within a 15-minute or so drive.)
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Epic, best wishes to you mother, and I hope this means no more visits to the hospital for her for a good, long time.
~ma, Epic.
K died one year ago today. I thought I was going to be okay, and then I wasn't. Blessedly was able to take day off. Just got up from a long hard nap, and now it would be good if I did things. Brain not fully awake yet, though.
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Lots of brackets for all who love K, smonster.
smonster, that's a huge loss. Be kind to yourself. I've been thinking about you, Heather, Nora, and Tom today.
Productivity-wise, the last load of laundry is in the washer, load #2 is in the dryer, and load #1 is folded and put away (or drying on the clothesline); I put a crapton of pictures online for Tim's dad; I emailed my client; I made the bed; and I washed the dishes. Still need to thaw some salmon for dinner, clean the bathroom, call the campground, take the trash out to the curb, and walk up to the library. I think I'll pull the salmon out and then walk up to the library.
Much love, smonster. Today marks seven years since ND’s father died, also. It’s a rough day for losing good people.
Many hugs to smonster and the Design family. Anniversaries of this kind suck.
I am down to four e-mails in my action folder at work. I feel quite accomplished. If only I didn't have 11 in my waiting for others folder.
Mom-care~ma, Epic.
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Oh, yes, much Mom~ma, Epic!