whew

I had some idea that this end of life business was going to be difficult, but somehow the enormity of it only settled in recently.  It’s one thing when you are caring for someone who is genuinely a nice person, but a whole nother thing when caring for someone who is not.  Her short term memory is failing rather spectacularly, which only makes her more aggressive.  Yesterday, Dad took her for a drive because she wanted to get out of the house.  They took the dog along.  When they returned, Mom was obviously exhausted, so we tried to get her comfortable as quickly as possible.  15 minutes later, she had completely forgotten they had gone out, and was shouting at Dad “let’s go!  I’m tired of waiting!”  The situation quickly escalated, my arm is all bruised up from her hitting me; I was trying to get her to stay in the wheelchair, because she was very unsteady on her feet and kept going too close to the basement stairwell.  Funny, I can take the physical abuse better than the emotional pain.  This morning, she put her diaper on wrong and was leaving a trail of feces wherever she went.  That was fun to clean up, as was the subsequent pounce and wrestle required to get a clean diaper on her (properly).

I managed to put some time into the new painting, which makes me feel a little better.  It’s storming fiercely, wind, rain, and hail.  It’s impossible to hear anything over the noise.  It would be a good time to read, except my father keeps interrupting me every 5 minutes… oh, he wanted me to hear how loud the hail was.  Yeah Dad, I hear it.  I haven’t had much time for knitting or crochet lately, though I do play video games when I get some time to myself.  Immersing myself into an imaginary world occasionally, helps me from completely losing my grip in the real world.  EA gave away the Sims 2 Ultimate Collection for free through Origin, so I’m downloading that.  I think I will make a happy, little, Sim family, though I’ll need to look up the cheat codes.  It’s been so long since I played, I have forgotten them all.  I’m still playing the MMO, hit the 4500 achievement mark yesterday, I’m aiming for the 5K one.  There’s good loot for that rank, gold, gems, and stuffy-stuff (laughs).  The new content has been enjoyable, I’ve been making sure I log in for each release to get it unlocked for free, rather than have to pay for it later.

Hopefully, I will finish up the circular scarf and long socks over the next week or two.  I’ll post about them when I do.

Later.

The Prelude

There’s been good days and bad days.  Mom’s had 2 bad falls and several minor ones since I last posted.  Her mood goes from hateful to sweet, with no apparent trigger, and her body is getting weaker by the day.  She’s confused and she hardly eats anything.  The good days are when she eats and allows us to help her with her needs.  About 1 in 4 days are what I would call good.  On bad days, I keep my distance rather than endure the torrent of verbal abuse.

I started to reread the Prelude by Wordsworth, it’s a book I had to read for an honors course I took at college.  It’s already inspired a new painting, all I lack is a bit of peace to get started.  My back is acting up on me again, I strained it trying to lift mom, and as a result I spend much of my time sleeping when I can.  I felt much better when I did my yoga routine the other day, so I may try to start that up again.  It’s hard, seems like my days consist of pain, tears, and sleep, there’s not much left for anything else.  I do want to work on that painting though.

I had a dream the other night that I had found a job that consisted of finishing dollhouses.  There was a partially built one on my desk, and another on a shelf, my boss was a stranger I recognized who works in broadcasting.  He kept having me do other things like paperwork and answering phones.  The office was shabby and dated in appearance.  I interpreted the dream as a message from Spirit (broadcasting) that my “job” right now should be about building relationships, particularly ones that were started but not “finished”.  I assume since there were 2 houses in the dream, there are 2 relationships that need work.  Unfortunately, there were no other clues as to which relationships I should direct my attention towards.  The one on the desk could point to the relationship/s currently on my mind, while the one on the shelf could be indicative of the ones I have “shelved”.  All in all, it may be that I simply need to be at peace within my self in regards to these relationships that did not work out.  Dollhouses are often seen as representing idealism, and perhaps the dream means I have to accept the endings for what they are and quit hoping for a happy ending.  Now that I think about it, I owe someone an email… she’s in the dollhouse and miniatures business and wrote to me to see how I was.

mom’s home

We were able to bring Mom home from the hospital today, hospice will come in to help us care for her.  She’s not going to get better.  We were told that hospice only comes in when the doctors believe the patient has about 6 months left to live.  Sometime people beat the odds and live longer, but it is uncommon.

Saying I’m upset is an understatement, and my father is dumping everything onto me.  I don’t think I will ever smile, ever again, at least that is how I feel right now.  The stress is making me sick, my insides hurt too.  I just hope I don’t throw my back out when getting her in and out of the wheelchair and the bed, I don’t have the strength I used to since my injury.

Yay

I was supposed to report for jury duty this upcoming week, but the trial was cancelled.  My cards suggested it might be, and I am very thankful that it turned out to be the case.  With the way mom’s health has been, I would have been worried sick the entire time I was there.

Been doing a boatload of cooking, I made a roast chicken with a celery stir fry, then the next day, made chicken soup from the leftover chicken.  Another day I made omelets for breakfast, it’s been an age since I made those, so I had to follow a recipe.  Those turned out well, I filled them with aged white cheddar with chives.  Another night I made broiled seasoned pork chops with sweet potatoes, I wasn’t thrilled with those, the pork was tough.  Unfortunately, my folks bought a huge pack of them from Sam’s Club, so I will have to come up with at least two more meals using the chops.  They’re thick enough to stuff, so I may do that one night.  There’s been few, if any, leftovers since I’ve been doing the cooking, and mom seems to be responding well to the food.  She’s been feeling much better, even cleaning her plate, which almost never happens.  She’s always been a picky eater.  I even made another mango cake and she’s been eating that too.

Tonight I decided to take the night off from cooking, I’ve been exhausted all day and couldn’t bear the thought of doing much of anything.  So dad went and got tacos for us all, they’re sitting in my stomach like a brick but food is food.

I finished off the ice cave painting, there is just a bit to go on the edge painting.  It has to be dry to the touch before I can move it to the spare room to finish curing.

Not much crafting has been going on, though I might as well shift to a yarn project while I wait for the painting to dry.  I have a sock on my needles, the beginnings of a sweater, the neverending circular scarf, and of course, the purple pillow and afghan.  I did get the basic shape of a pair of panties crocheted, just need edging and a waist band.  I wanted to see if I could make a pair, and now I know I can.  100% cotton too!  I doubt I will make any more of them, they will likely be something I wear on laundry day.

Memory

The other night I dreamt I was standing in a gallery, paying for a painting I already owned.  I was holding a white rabbit up near my throat with my left hand, it’s paws rested on my right shoulder.  The rabbit was relaxed and calm, content to be held and not bothered by the people around.  The gallery was in the middle of being repainted.  I noticed a music box on the counter while I was writing out the check, and I commented to the clerk about how I had one very much like it at home.

The dream was indicating a fresh start (the paint), having paid my dues (checks and balances as indicated by the checkbook), paying for the painting may represent earning the gift or talent.  I now have something to say with my art.  Holding the white rabbit near my throat indicates vulnerability, gentleness, and sensitivity, needing to express the desire for care, love, and tenderness, to be touched, held, and cared for.

I had forgotten about the music box, until much later in the day.  I spied it sitting on my bureau and realized I had forgotten what melody it played.  I walked over to it and wound it up, the mechanism was stiff with age.  It played… Memory.  I cried.

Memory

Midnight
Not a sound from the pavement
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone
In the lamplight
The withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan

Memory
All alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
Life was beautiful then
I remember
The time I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again

Every street lamp
Seems to beat a fatalistic warning
Someone mutters and the street lamp flutters
And soon it will be morning

Daylight
I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life
And I mustn’t give in
When the dawn comes
Tonight will be a memory too
And a new day will begin

Burnt out ends of smoky days
The stale cold smell of morning
A street lamp dies, another night is over
Another day is dawning

Touch me
It’s so easy to leave me
All alone with my memory
Of my days in the sun
If you touch me
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun

Songwriters
T.s. Eliot;Andrew Lloyd Webber;Trevor Nunn

 

here, there, and everywhere

Mom’s back home from the hospital, and things have been a little crazy as a result.  There’s been a few accidents since then, so dad and I have been on alert.  It’s tiring; all I want to do is sleep, but when I do sleep, I don’t sleep well because I’m listening for her.  I could really use a neck and shoulder massage, I’m all tense and sore from the stress.

Dad and I polished off the mango cake today; I’ll definitely be making that recipe again.  It was an awesome tasting cake.  Yay, cake!  It’s been ages since I ate cake that tasted like cake.  cake cake cake… don’t mind me, I’m on a sugar high.

I’ve almost finished the one pair of socks, and I may frog the partially knit sock I started previously (before the current pair).  I want to do something different for the next pair.  Last night, instead of sleeping, I crocheted a few rows on the afghan.  I have four rows to go on the giant friggin’ pillow top, there will only be one, ever.  I’ll name it Zuhl when I finish, if I finish.  I also did some work on a handbag I started last Fall.  It needs a strap and a clasp, and it’s finished.  It doesn’t even need a clasp, but it would be a good design element.

I’m probably going to be quiet again for a while, though I do upload photos to the FO page from time to time, so look there if you want to see what I have made.