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Apr. 14th, 2014 08:36 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckScott's back at work today. I miss him, and I know he'd rather be here than there.
Cordelia's also back to school. We had a little drama about her planner being missing. That happens every time there's a long break. She takes it out of her backpack and forgets about it until the day before she goes back. This time, Scott found it in her room.
I called my grandmother last night because her birthday was Saturday. I lost track of the date, so I was a day late. She's doing really well for being eighty-nine. She still lives independently for the most part. My cousin and his wife make sure she gets to the grocery store and to anything that she can't walk to. Her eyesight isn't good, and she uses a hearing aid, but she still looks after herself.
She did tell me that my aunt isn't doing at all well. She's been in hospice care for at least a year. They haven't told my father because he's too far away and too broke to do anything. If he knew she wouldn't be around much longer, he'd feel he had to visit. My aunt would be glad to see him, I suppose, but she wouldn't remember that he'd visited, and she wouldn't be up to spending much time with him.
I also called my father. His birthday is today, but the time difference makes calling him on a week day problematic. He sounds like he's doing well. He turns sixty-seven today. He's told me that he doesn't expect to live to seventy, but there's no reason he shouldn't except that he fears getting older. Of course, one of my fears as he gets older is that he'll need to come live with me or one of my sisters. None of us are in a position to take him in, really, and it would require a cross country move. (He's in New Mexico. I'm in Michigan. My sisters are in Georgia and New York.)
Cordelia's also back to school. We had a little drama about her planner being missing. That happens every time there's a long break. She takes it out of her backpack and forgets about it until the day before she goes back. This time, Scott found it in her room.
I called my grandmother last night because her birthday was Saturday. I lost track of the date, so I was a day late. She's doing really well for being eighty-nine. She still lives independently for the most part. My cousin and his wife make sure she gets to the grocery store and to anything that she can't walk to. Her eyesight isn't good, and she uses a hearing aid, but she still looks after herself.
She did tell me that my aunt isn't doing at all well. She's been in hospice care for at least a year. They haven't told my father because he's too far away and too broke to do anything. If he knew she wouldn't be around much longer, he'd feel he had to visit. My aunt would be glad to see him, I suppose, but she wouldn't remember that he'd visited, and she wouldn't be up to spending much time with him.
I also called my father. His birthday is today, but the time difference makes calling him on a week day problematic. He sounds like he's doing well. He turns sixty-seven today. He's told me that he doesn't expect to live to seventy, but there's no reason he shouldn't except that he fears getting older. Of course, one of my fears as he gets older is that he'll need to come live with me or one of my sisters. None of us are in a position to take him in, really, and it would require a cross country move. (He's in New Mexico. I'm in Michigan. My sisters are in Georgia and New York.)
