The drive home was not nearly as enjoyable as the drive down to see my mom. I listened to an audio book for most of the way, and that helped, but it was still a very long day. Something I don't understand is why going away for just a few days results in me being almost as far behind when I get home as when I am gone for a few weeks. That "being behind" thing is why today's post is going to be a short one.
I had a great visit with my mom. The retirement place she is now living in is nice. It really is. And the people seemed friendly. But...well, I am not sure it is a good fit for my mom. Time will tell. It was pure coincidence that I happened to be reading a book called Younger Next Year For Women at the same time as I was immersed in the retirement home environment. I am only 27% (oh how I wish the Kindle readily displayed page numbers instead of these percentages!) of the way through the book, so it is too early to give it a glowing endorsement, but it has brought up some interesting points so far. One of these is there is a difference between aging and decay.
As I conversed with various residents it seemed to me that they fell into one of two categories, those that seemed very, very old and those whose age you didn't even notice. I visited with Mrs. V who was 95 and she was amazing. She was bright, engaging and full of life. She was aging but not decaying. My mom really enjoys this woman's' company and I could see why. When I talked to my mom on the phone yesterday she told me how much Mrs. V had enjoyed meeting me, and how she went on and on about how beautiful I was (I'm not, and sorry if I made anyone choke on their tea) and how she always wished she had had daughters. This would have been a great self-esteem booster had it not been for one small detail. Mrs. V is legally blind.
The highlight of Mother's Day turned out to be me having a run-in with a Spokane County Sheriff's officer. I mean that quite literally. I was out for a morning walk and he was parked in a driveway. As I walked behind his police car he backed up. Without looking. Into me. The good news is he was going very slow and I was barely touched. I pounded loudly on the back of his car and went around to the passenger side to have a word with him. Was I ever sorry I didn't have my iPhone with me so I could have gotten a picture of the look on his face.
Remember my last trip out of town, the one where I was met at the door by my husband who had accidentally drugged Fergus? Well, once again I was met at the door by my husband. This time it was to tell me that he must not have shut the bedroom door tight. The result was Fergus and Jenny had snuck into the room and had a party with a ball of my sock yarn. It was my one and only skein of Lorna's Laces new Solemate yarn, one I had really been looking forward to trying out. By the time Jay caught the two culprits it was toast. This is the sorry sight that greeted me when I went into the bedroom.
These innocent looks don't have me fooled.