I've been far too wrapped up in the minutiae of my Mother's (and my sister's) care to think, much less write. So I thought I'd just throw some random thoughts out there.
- Local lore tells that it's always cold at Easter, whenever it falls. The annual "Easter Spell" came through a few days early. Yesterday, we woke up to temps in the 30s; tomorrow our high will be 83.
- The most challenging part of all the illness around me is accepting that I have absolutely no ability to help anyone get better. A natural "fixer," I feel as if I'm treading water. All of my self-discipline (and my friends know such is not my strength) is going toward being a stabilizing, calming influence, and I certainly don't feel I'm doing a very good job. The other areas in which I need self-discipline - food, exercise, housework, homework monitoring, to name a few - are definitely suffering. So I'm lying around with hummus and pita chips watching the laundry pile up while my daughter blithely bicycles. That's me: all the sloth you want, all the time.
- Speaking of bicycles, I haven't ridden mine in almost two years. I went so far as getting it out of the garage a few weeks ago and there it sits, in the way. I need to take it to the bike shop for some minor repairs, yet that looms as an impossible task.
- I have no way of knowing if I'll be free to go to Oregon this summer. It's time to sign Young Girl up for camps and such, and I don't know if she'll be camping were she'll need a sweater or camping where she'll battle chiggers 24/7. Sigh.
And there you have it: what's on my mind in an absolutely mindless format.