It’s not been that I’ve nothing to say here; it’s that I’ve been experiencing technical difficulties. For some unknown reason, my computer and the signal from my in-laws wireless network just don’t like each-the-other. I have a consistently low signal, giving me an allegedly broadband connection seriously less reliable and far slower than the dial-up I have at home. I can tell you, it’s beyond annoying.
Yes, indeed, I am in Indianapolis until Wednesday, the guest of my in-laws along with my son. My husband was here over the weekend, but had to go home for work. I had fun on Sunday, sharing an anniversary brunch with my husband (eighteen years married) and then visiting with my chosen family, but yesterday was long and very tiring. Productive, but still not fun. I lay in wait for my dad’s doctors, and explained to each who came that expecting either of my parents to attend to the care of Dad’s feet was unreasonable and that I live 150 miles away. The chant became “Mother isn’t physically capable and Dad can’t even see his feet, let alone care for them”. Since all they had to do was look at my dad to see the truth of this assertion, I didn’t get argument, I got thoughtful nods. So they kept Dad an extra day to make sure Home Health will be coming in to attend to his feet daily.
On the other hand, my Household has been calling me several times a day (cell phone is wonderful at times such as this) just to see how things are going and make sure I don’t blow a gasket or get too wound over things beyond my control – and sometimes to point out to me what is beyond my control. Thank you; You Know Who You Are.
There are things that are being neglected. I’m working on settling a divorce for some friends of mine, and finding that I don’t have the time or coherence to take it the next step. That’s not good, because this is one where uncertainty creates complications, and delay creates uncertainty. But there are only so many hours in the day, and I’m already devoting 95% of them to other people. So if you’re reading this, I’m sorry, and I’ll get back on track when I get my dad settled a bit better.
And meantime, I need to go get myself and my son clothed and off to my parent’s home. He gets to play with his grandmother, and I get to clean his grandfather’s room. Each to their own strengths, right?