||[Dec. 9th, 2017|09:18 am]
I am not complaining: the ground is sodden out there. Mostly, though it's just percolating down deeper in the soil, not running off. We needed it.
Mom's been diagnosed with mild cognitive impairment and her internal tremors may be from her meds. My sister made a strong push, again, for a therapist, as there's a long list of behavioral changes to help. One is "being sociable" which is a challenge for my mother. She's usually orchestrating something and hiding behind being busy. I have been working through the layers i've learned that keep me from being social -- and not incredibly successfully either. Not only is there the introversion, there is a bit of social awkwardness, a bit of shyness (the only thing that i can use to describe the wordless sense that i need to be AWAY from a group of people after a certain amount of time), the ethic that you shouldn't be wasting time lazing about (sigh), the ethic you shouldn't waste money on food and drink that you can have more cheaply at home, the ethic that your home must be picture perfect for visitors. And from whom did i learn?
So, to find ways to bypass a number of those challenges, my dad is advocating getting together and playing Hearts. I know that Christine will enjoy having that sort of structure interacting with my parents, too. So, we're gonna give that a try, and i will role model not having a perfectly tidy house and so on. (Oh, that will be such a challenge. HA!)
Edward's gone out and braved the slush on the deck. I'll be running errands and meeting my folks for lunch. Christine is driving back from Asheville with her sisters. Her eldest sister is in a wheel chair, so Asheville to Mount Airy will be in the wheel chair van; then home in her sister's car. Apparently yesterday tensions between her two sisters were elevated over driving. I'm hoping for clear and safe roads for them and myself.