I adore my mother-in-law. She is 101 years-old and she is in Michigan. I miss her. I spoke to her recently and she was taking a new medication. She was not totally herself. My son visited her was on a visit to Michigan and he went to see her. He said it was a good visit. The medication is strong, but she was the grandma he knows her to be. He discovered from her son that she is being given the medication because she is inappropriate with the staff and other residents. That type of behavior is totally antithetical to who I have always known her to be.
We never know how we will become.
I started reading the paper while I was eating lunch and dinner. I watch the national news every evening. I watch 60 Minutes. I watch Bill Maher. I listen to NPR when I am in the car. I keep up with world events. I found myself responding to the news with uncomfortable feelings. Too much.
I gave up reading the paper. I listen to music now when I eat.
I was at a board meeting the other night. We were getting together to consider making some changes to the group we represent. There were seven of us sitting around a table. One person said, “Anyone against the fundraiser is dumb.”
I said, “I am against the fundraiser and I am not dumb. I don’t appreciate being labelled.”
I respect his opinion. That’s why we have meetings to discuss things.
My daughter Carrie decided to involved my grandsons, her nephews, on an adventure similar to one she had as a child. When Carrie was 14, our family was on a vacation in California and we were driving up the coast to SF. We got to Carmel later than we had anticipated and it was past dinner time. I suggested that, instead of having a late meal, we would have dessert for dinner; junk food only. And, so we did, and it was so much fun.
Carrie arranged a junk food meal for Isaac and Ari. They loved it.
She is a fabulous aunt.
There are many areas I have not seen. I want to, but I am not inclined to drive two or three hours and determine what I want to accomplish while there. I noticed recently that there is a trip planned to Fort Bragg and Mendocino for two days. All the accommodations are arranged. I decided to go. It is an area I have wanted to visit.
I am asking no one to accompany me. My own adventure.
I have been going to the same gym, a large one, for 18 months. I go the same three days of the week at the same time. There are three people I know from other venues who I see there once in a while. However, there are some I see regularly who I do not know. When I am on the treadmill, I look around (not plugged in, am I) and I take attendance. I notice the same few people on treadmills, one on a bike, and another who is always stretching on the mats. Others I note moving from one location to another.
I wonder if they do the same?
My birthday was in January. I have never felt that it needed to be recognized or celebrated; it is another day.
This year I was asked to lunch and dinner by friends, invited to brunch by my family, and given a plant and a bouquet of flowers. At two events, birthday cakes were very chocolatey. People who know me well.
Most importantly, thanks for being on my life. That matters the most.
I had lunch with a woman who informed me the Blood Wolf Moon was going to be visible at 8:30 pm that night. I typically forget these events, and I decided I would see this one. The time was right. That means I would still be up!
I looked outside and could not see the moon. I went outside and could not see the moon. I checked again at 9 pm and could not see the moon.
At breakfast this morning, my friend asked me if I had seen it as she praised its beauty. I told her what I had done and that I had not seen it. She saw it at 11:30 pm. I was asleep.
I missed it again.
I was asked to participate in two events on a Saturday. They were the same day as the Women’s March, so I declined. Attending marches has been my priority, going back to Washington, DC years ago.
Three days before the March, I was reflecting on my commitments, which I accept full responsibility for. Work, meetings, mixers, lunches. I decided I wanted a day for myself. I informed my friends I would not be joining them for the March.
I spent Saturday by myself. It was worth it.
I was on the computer a bit before going to the gym. When I returned, I was unable to get it to work. I pressed the button, nothing happened. I tried again. Nothing. I called my IT guy and left a message. I got the receipts and box for my computer because it is two years old and still insured. I was separated from the world, or so it felt. I needed to cancel a lunch date to take my computer in. I plugged in my cell phone to access whatever I could that I know how to do. I brought a book in to read since I lost access to my games.
I called Julie, as I usually do in the morning. She said the computer had likely gone to sleep. She told me what to do, and I followed her directions. It worked!! She said, “Now to know what to do next time.” I said, “Assuming I remember.” She said, “Call me.”
That I will remember.