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You can’t teach an old Dawg new tricks.
We’re having a perfectly fine time with mom visiting – she didn’t need the step up to the bed, didn’t want the bath chair, liked the night lights and well, all is wonderfully well, except I should have brought mom’s own nightstand clock because she can’t read mine, except the no good horrible rainy weather, and except Dawg.
Dawg is so beyond verklempt, out of sorts, off kilter, pacing pacing pacing toenails clicking clicking clicking back and forth on the wood floors, all night long, because her nighttime bed routine has changed. I couldn’t let Dawg sleep in with mom and she can’t climb the stairs to be with us, so I brought her nighttime bed out into the den where she just looks at it, and refuses to go into it.
I got zero sleep last night, on the side of the bed upstairs that is closer to the door, and all night I could hear Dawg walking back and forth, to the degree I finally got up and came down and slept by her side on the sofa. It was the only way she’d calm down. Poor dear.
The rain yesterday didn’t stop us from our appointed rounds. Mom’s computer was indeed fried, hard drive done kaput, so we bought a new laptop and I spent much of yesterday setting it up for her, getting her email and favorites bar and Chrome and Norton. With Windows 10, it’s new enough for her that there’s some learning curve but I created some screen shots picture book of how to’s that if she forgets how to turn the computer off (could they make the Power Off any tinier?), she’ll have a visual reference.
Everyone coming here between 10 and 11am – looks like rain will hold off enough to try and eat outside, try. With grandkidlets here, eating inside is never as much fun.
Happy Mother’s Day. It’s a wonderful rare treat to have my 99-year old mom be with me on this day and when the girls come, three generations of strong EOS women will be in full force. Yay us.
Hope the weather where you are is better than here. Have a good one folks.
Mom just tripped over Dawg and took a pretty healthy fall, clunking to the kitchen floor. Dawg was on a rug in the kitchen, mom standing to her left. When mom stepped back, she didn’t see Dawg and fell over backwards. She didn’t hit her head, thankfully, but she took a while to get up, rubbing her knee. My heart was racing. Dawg didn’t know what all the ruckus was and mom in her best I Can Do it tone, stood up.
It’s easy to not see Dawg, and all the things I put in place so she wouldn’t trip or slip, I never thought it would be Dawg that would get her.
She’s okay but Lord, what a tumble. I need a stiff bourbon.