Richard did not return last night as planned. He is currently somewhere in the sky or at an airport waiting to be flown. He says he’ll be in at noon. Theoretically I could go get him, but my car is currently with a couple who graciously said that they would go pick him up since I do not drive at night.
At the end of last month/start of this month, Richard’s only living sister said she had been wanting to go to South Carolina to see their mom. Richard has too and thought that perhaps they could go together – or else at least meet up. His sister Jean feels somewhat in the dark because of a feud that has taken place between her and the youngest brother – who has taken it upon himself to become mom’s caretaker – although I think more responsibility has fallen upon his wife. I don’t know if it’s something she has dealt with before, but Richard’s sister does not understand. She believes that the youngest brother and his wife are preventing phone calls and supervision. What a mess. It doesn’t sound to me as if Jean has ever dealt with dementia. That’s where there mom is at.
Last week Richard heard from Jean’s husband.
They were in the process of traveling to North Carolina where Al has a relative
who had been given two weeks to live.
They figured they would go and see their mom on the same trip as North
Carolina and South Carolina are not that far apart. It was a random decision on Richard’s part, but he
decided he would go and join them right then.
Thus we picked up Jai from school last week and headed to the airport to
drop off Roland who may be returning home today but may not return until
tomorrow. We don’t know.
Thus Jaime and I have had a reign on the
house without Richard’s
presence. No cowboys or Sci-Fi. Hardly any TV at all (I did watch a few
recordings when I had been alert enough to do so) ironically Richard and I have
both had colds or allergies or perhaps even COVID – though I don’t know how I
would have contracted the latter.
We’ve both been taking medicines – though I
think I have taken more. I have definitely
slept more. I’ve had tea
with honey and am frankly tired of all the liquids that I’ve been
sending through myself. They all come
out. Usually whenever I cough. I’d rather be asleep.
I debated on whether to even go to Church on Sunday. I wish I hadn’t gone. I wore a mask. I got so little out of the services. I got even less out of the training meeting that I needed to attend. I’ll probably mask up for the meeting that may or may not be held at 4:00 this evening. Thus far I am feeling better. I don’t remember ever having recouped this quickly from whatever – but I also have never been so doped up with over-the-counter and home remedies every four hours.
I’m in a fog as I type this. My head seems disconnected to the rest of my
body. I don’t even know if
any of it makes sense or not. I guess I
can delete it once I have it figured out.
Can you remember the address of one of your childhood homes?
As I mentioned in this post the
streets in Salt Lake are numbered around the temple. We lived in a non-incorporated area. Our street number was 6850 South which
apparently some neighbors knew as the name “Twin Peaks Drive” though I
remember mom telling me she knew of only one family who addressed their mail
with the “Twin Peaks” caption. 6850 is going to be so much easier to find
than “Twin Peaks”.
Twenty or thirty years later we were
incorporated into the city. New street signs were installed all over the
neighborhood. Our street was marked “6850 South” – it was right
after that installation that all business computers received the message that “this landline
belongs to a resident living on “Twin Peaks Street” – not the “Drive” that I had
grown up with.
It was frustrating ordering things and
having the orders delayed because drivers could not find “Twin Peaks”
anything. Oh, duh, city. If you’re going to enter that street into the
computers as Twin Peaks, than why not mark the street itself as "Twin Peaks" instead of 6850
South? We would tell people “It is 6850 – there is no
sign anywhere indicating that it is Twin Peaks. PLEASE
RELATE THIS INFORMATION TO YOUR DRIVERS.
It seldom ever got related. Whenever the drivers did finally show, they were even more frustrated about it than we were.
How much of a people watcher are you?
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Richard and I had gone to Roseburg yesterday to run some errands. Just before returning to Myrtle Creek, he took me to a used book store which he has gone to quite often. He purchased four books and I got two. One was a Complete Book of Questions. Another journal or conversation prompter. I have exhausted the dashes (mentioned in this post) and am now taking a new approach – though I doubt I will be posting all 1001 QA’s.
CBQ#314
& 316
How
many bones have you broken? How many times have you had stitches?
I have not broken any of my bones. I have experienced torn ligaments and tendentious
(here) but no broken bones – at least on
myself. My brother, Patrick, broke the
same arm at two different times. The
first time was my fault.
My mom had dropped my brother and me off
at my cousins’ house to
spend the night. I thought it would be fun to jump from the closet to the bed – or perhaps it
was the younger of my two cousins who was the instigator. Patrick and Michelle seemed a lot more cautious
while Ross and I were the adventurous ones – often inviting trouble – but not
intentionally.
So three of us of us were enjoying
ourselves and Patrick just observed. We
finally were able to get him to work up the courage to jump. He finally made it to the closet. I pushed him out so that he could enjoy the
fun (or maybe he was just taking too long; so many years ago, I can’t remember)
only my push made him fall between the closet and the bed and he landed on the
floor and broke his arm. I imagine he
started wailing – which put an
end to our fun.
Mom said when she came to pick us up, our
worried Aunt Fern greeted her at the door – not wanting to let her in until she was
able to break the news to her so that mom would be prepared. Several years went by before Patrick had been
goofing off in the back of our neighbor’s pickup. I wasn’t there so not sure of the details but
heard that he somehow managed to fall out of the truck and landed on that same
arm he had already broken and had to wear a cast.
Although I had never broken any bones, I
have had to deal with getting stitches.
Long before Patrick’s broken arm,
I’d been
spinning around the living room and ended up losing my balance and wacked my
face into a corner of the end table creating a gash between my forehead and right
eye. I don’t recall how many stitches my mom said
I had to have. There is no visible scar
although to this day my right eye appears to be significantly smaller than my left
as there is more skin folded over my right eye than my left.
She’d been clucking all night. I guess she was scared and wished to return to her own yard. I would have not anything about it except for Jai and I left the house on Saturday via the back yard – and there was a white chicken near the door. Thankfully, Bonnie was not behind us or the white chicken would now be a corpse in my yard.
Jaime and I had used the back door in order to dodge Bonnie. I took Jai to the hair salon. We also went to the store to get some clips for her hair.
She and her friends met at the Grand Victorian and took a limo to Roseburg. They initially went to Red Robins – which is always so crowded but ended up at Denny’s which was not. When they returned to the Grand, the limo driver pulled into the lot so others could see just who was getting out of the limo. Jaime thought it was hilarious as she dubbed those getting out as "the school nerds". She said it was really fun.
Last week the bishopric secretary stopped by Richard’s classroom to tell me that I was needed. I was to talk with a member of the bishopric and was told that the Relief Society presidency was being released and as I was part of that presidency, I would be released. I was told I had been chosen to accept the calling of ward RS secretary. Relieved that I had wasn’t or hadn’t been called as president I accepted the position of secretary. The counselor told me the name of the new president and swore me to secrecy that I would not tell anybody else. I didn’t.
Instead of our usual Tuesday 10:00 meeting
we had decided to do lunch as a last hoorah.
Our former president was ecstatic to released. The second counselor seemed to have mixed
feelings and was the only one kept in the dark as to any hint of the new
presidency. Apparently the former secretary
had the names of each member of the new presidency. We ended up trading positions
in presidency. She blabbed out of
excitement I suppose.
The change of presidency was announced
in yesterday’s sacrament meeting
and we were set apart before Relief Society started. It was kind of a cool way to start off the
meeting. We were very low in
number. I counted 15 sisters seated
aside from the presidency.
The Elders had prepared a nice mother’s day treat
for us. They had set up tables adorned
with tablecloths and a marigold for each chair circled in the center of the
table along with this thought.
I don’t remember having had mother’s day fall so
early in the month before –
but yet I had three reminders pop into my feed along with this reminder that happened
on a Friday. Rochelle had sent me a link
for the opportunity to attend their ward so I could hear the kids singing in
their program. Only it turns out our
wards take place at the very same time and did not get the link until after the
fact. Tony called and Emma and Eliza
sang over the phone. That was nice.
Hope that all my readers enjoyed mother’s day as well.
I cannot believe tomorrow is Mother’s Day. The weather isn’t speaking volumes of how Mother’s Day has looked in years past. Yesterday we had sun showers all day. The rain has been pouring all night and this morning. Not to mention the hens have been cackling. I can’t sleep with that! Nobody rescued them from whatever they were cackling about nor did the rain drown them out as they seemed to be louder than the pounding rain.
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I must have slept at some point – and hard as I had another weird detailed dream. I don’t know where Richard and I were or why. The neighborhood was not one that I remember. Somehow we got separated and I went to a house in which I know the woman but chose instead to go to the house next door to wait for Richard when I heard his voice inside of the first house.
I went to the door and was greeted by
one of the woman’s relatives. I had remembered meeting her before and apologized for my interruption. I was led to another room that somehow continued
to get larger as I looked around and saw many people – some eating
food and visiting while others sat with dark expressions giving off vibes that
they really didn’t want to be
there.
I sat down and observed and spotted a
couple from my mom’s ward who I
have not seen for almost twenty years. I
went up to them to ask how they were doing.
They didn’t seem to
recognize me. I said that we had lived
on the same street when I was living in Midvale. Some facts were distorted in my dream, but I
somehow woke myself up remembering more details – and what I could have said. Like I had served in Young Women’s with their niece
and how we had dressed Tom and the bishop up as Ladybugs. I also thought about the time when I was
pregnant with Jaime and Pam and Elena had offered to throw me a baby shower
(which Jaime attended when she was almost two months old).
I have no idea why I would have dreamed
about them.
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Jaime has her prom tonight. We are
going to the salon to have her hair done.
I hope the rain doesn’t
damage. I really hope she will enjoy
herself and have positive memories of the night.
Tomorrow will bring some interesting meetings. More on that later.
