On the lighter side, everyone has heard the adage about not eating yellow snow, but what about purple? I know so little about de-icing agents that I have no idea what would cause this. Perhaps someone celebrated Mardi Gras by dyeing the snow purple, green and yellow? :) In not so great news, my mom called me this morning, and dad had fallen, banging himself up a bit. So, that walker that I had bought, which was still in my car, went immediately down to their house. Mom didn't think Dad would use it, but they are now very thankful for it. Is Dad's worsening mobility because of the Covid 19 shot he got yesterday? Is he weak from chemo? Is it simply the progression of the disease? Do they need professional health help? Should we consider a rest home or whatever they're called these days? I'm a realist, and was semi-prepared for the death of my parents; it's this intermediary stage that is so fraught with tough decision making, painful losses of function and dignity, and too many unknowns on the way to the known.
Through all of my anxiety and uncertainty, Mari remains relaxed and comfortable. I wish I could be a cat! When I called my sister-in-law about dad's accident, she was helpful, but also annoying. I need to come to terms with my own attitude toward her. As an example, I mentioned the pass being closed for a few days, and she responded, "Really, why? I never watch the news." Geeze, not even the weather report? She's probably afraid of hearing any facts that she wouldn't agree with. Staying in her Qanon bubble is much more conducive to her world view. Deep breath. I have to muzzle watch myself because we'll be working together to deal with our elderly parent dilemmas, and to clear out Poochie's apartment. I look forward to neither scenario.
