Well, folks, the time is approaching when reality is going to bite me hard. After having had a solid two weeks with my parents - both now 78 years of age - I see myself getting pushed to the head of the line, so to speak.
While I was there, I reset the blog that Mom started as so many people use her iPad and continue to log her out and then her password is forgotten or changed - ARGH!!! - so that she couldn't get back on to her original blog. She clearly did not utilize my 'keep your hands off my shit' recommendation so we started her a new one. (I, however, am still able to access her blog from here. WTF? Perhaps, I should have her send me her blogs and I will put them up...)
Dad's extremities are weakening, his balance is nearly gone and his speech is more and more difficult to comprehend. He informed me that he would not be coming to CA for their 'snow bird' six months. I had no response. I know that he will be at the mercy of the house and it's occupants wherever he is but know being inside for the rest of the winter will SUCK! Bundling him for outdoors will be problematic at the least, and dangerous for all involved.
I see the writing on the wall. I see the inevitable. I see the ugliness that is going to become my family as the vultures circle above the wagon. I see the crap that I have heard about from others beginning to happen and am unable to stop it but will be forced to watch the carnage. I can only hope that the fears that were expressed to me are simply that, fears, and will not come to fruition. Nobody wants to be what we call "Gradma Gie'd," and, hopefully, that will not happen. Let's all hope the expectations will not be lived down to... I tried to warn them about self-fulfilling prophecies. The sayings, "don't live inside your head," "don't borrow trouble," "never put a stone in another man's path," "take care of your own business," and "share and share alike" keep running through my head. We'll see.
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