It’s been awhile since I last posted. I’ve been spending time with my Mom Eugenia, as she recuperates from knee replacement surgery. I am SO impressed and motivated by her resolve to recuperate. The sooner she becomes independent, the sooner she can have her life back, and me, mine. She’s 84 and lives alone, and now that I’ve spent this time with her, I have no worries about her ability to be on her own. Her memory is better than mine “I KNOW there’s mayo down in the basement pantry, go look again!” (and she’s always correct). We enjoy each other’s company, and now I see where I get my personality, character, and ethics, for good or for bad. BTW, my Mom and Dad raised 7 pretty good kids, well, some better than others (I just love fomenting familial dissent….)
I am spending nights in my childhood room. There’s something comforting about spending time in a place that remains relatively unchanged, as I’m pretty sure the mattress is as old as me. The furniture is the same, the Encyclopedia 1958 edition is still on the same bookcase in the hall. My young niece plays with our old spirograph, we pulled out the ‘armitron’ electric robot arm, which we couldn’t get to work but then it did stir in the middle of the night. For Easter triduum we followed all our traditions: getting our baskets full of Polish food blessed for Easter, coloring eggs, making Easter Borscht and prepping the kielbasa, visiting church, and celebrating Easter Sunday with family dinner and enjoying the culinary bounty and chocolate. The beauty of being home is seeing family, brothers, sisters, aunts, uncles, non-stop. These relationships withstand time and distance. The joy of seeing everyone never changes.
Today we visited the surgeon and had mom’s 80 some staples removed. It was a bit underwhelming; the staples removed easily, her scar is clean, and the surgeon’s assistant sent us on our way. To Denny’s. There are so many gray haired AARP people at Denny’s at 11am. Thank goodness I color my hair otherwise I’d fit in perfectly.
I think I have about 1 week of nursing left in me. Then I’d like to get this retirement show on the road. You may hear from me when next I’m in wifi again. Who knows when that will be? In the meantime, I’m burning data at mom’s house.
My new reality 