My in-laws are now good and settled at the assisted care living facility and all of their kids seem pleased with their living situation and how things are going. I would love to be able to visit them more often and squeeze in some quickies here and there. They are very delighted to have visitors and the atmosphere is much more pleasant as I am visiting them and not living with them. There is a difference.
I get a quick picture of the reality of life when it isn't the life I am living now. All of these older folk and handicapped folk living their lives and routines and how they are not much different than me. I have routines and ups and downs and surprises which occur. I feel like I can talk to my mother-in-law in a comfortable way knowing that we both are challenged by goodies, both forget a lot of stuff, and I can kid her a little about her challenges of stepping away from the deserts and the sweet tea. It is pleasant. It is also a nice switch from my own routine as the older people there are much more delighted to see me and have a friendly hello than the people I live with as those people I live with see my face a lot.
Visiting my own parents happens from time to time too. My mother and I are going to Chicago on Friday to explore and go to a symphony concert. I did that with her last year around this time. It should be fun. I am curious as to what my reaction will be this year. Taking in live concerts is dreamy and too few and far between. I find watching the attendees pretty fascinating too the same way it is fascinating to visit with the residents at my in-laws place. They all have these lives they are living and it is just a curious thing to watch them and listen to them if we have a chance to talk.
One woman I saw yesterday is the wife of one of Charley's ex co-workers. She was hospitalized last month with bacterial pneumonia. Yikes. The infection started to invade her body as well. So I listen carefully to her story and give her hugging eyes and understanding and it is a sweet conversation. Her husband is totally incapacitated and she does everything for him so it was hard to be sick and wonder how he was doing. The sweetness of her concern. Sigh.
Now back to my regularly scheduled program of trying to get something graded, making sure daughter dear practices, and using house cleaning as another method of exercise. I have to look it that way as the house makes me nutty. Back to the laundry........