Come home safe, Duchess!

Hil, I'm glad the wheelchair is helping you so much.

I have to Get Things Done and I don'wanna. Eleven hours on the road Tuesday made my ankle swell up huge and it still hurts. sigh It'll be all right, I just wish I could lie on the couch today instead of going out in the heat and humidity.

Duchess is found! She just wandered back up from where ever she was.

Thanks for the ~ma

Yay for Home-Duchess. Don't scare your fam like that!

I do think there's an expectation to participate in the theater around dying and public mourning, an excitement and titillation that has been cultured by various societies.

The theater around dying. Yeeeaaaaahhh. I totally see that.

I've always known that the end was nearer than anyone expected. Today was the first time I thought 'this might be it.'

She is still able to take a few steps, but the quality of life is essentially gone. She must be down to roughly 75lbs. There is no coming back now.

She is trying to hold on until her granddaughter comes next week to 'take care of her for a couple of weeks.' She keeps saying that the granddaughter,"NEEDS this."

I feel terrible thinking it, but I almost hope the dear one slips away before then. The granddaughter may get a learning experience out of it...goodness knows I did when I was a couple of years younger...but the child has not seen her granny since she weighed roughly 60lbs more. That was in December. I worry that the shock will mean that my friend dies in distress.

Who knows, it could work out perfectly. But, I've been asked to backstop all the maintenance stuff, which I'm more than glad to do. I would not want her to suffer one speck more than I can prevent.

Glad the kitty is home! Don't run out the door anymore, silly Duchess, okay?

ltc had her school orientation today, and she was the only kid who wasn't even a little bit shy. All the others spent at least a little time hiding behind their parents. My kid walks in, says hi, and starts playing with the toys. Where did this social being come from?

Bleargh. Long day, lots of pain. Need to call the wheelchair lift place, and the foot and ankle specialist doctor, and now the tire pressure light on my car came on, so I need to make an appointment with the tire people, too, because I'm sure it's another nail. And need to work all weekend to get stuff ready for next week. Blah.

Hil, that's a lot. It's just a lot. If it were an alot, it might be nicer, because you might be able to snuggle it.

I'm also probably going to have to get off the internet for a while this weekend. Hurricane stuff is still incredibly triggering for me.

I didn't think I was incredibly stressed about the hurricane, but it's apparently up to a category 4, and thank jesus it's not hitting New Orleans. That's all I've got.

Somewhat better Harvey news, it's been downgraded to a Cat 1. So far, it reminds me of Isaac in 2012, where it was "only" a Cat 1 and stalled over us for days causing flooding, wind damage and a whole lot of power outages.

But yeah, hurricanes (esp. in late August) are so triggering to people here.