good morning.
busy weekend for me. Mum is still in respite. I call her everyday, as now I feel like my batteries are recharged and I am missing her terribly. I'm ready to pick her up now, but will wait until the scheduled day, on Wednesday. Our chats (daily) consist of her telling me different stories. On Friday, she told me that she spent the day looking at houses, condos and apartments. She had decided that she didn't want to stay in the guest house permanently, and that they tell her she is only a guest there. I thought this was quite a feat, as her story was definately elaborate, right down to details about a house she had looked at, that she instantly liked. Her suite being on the main floor, there was lots of room for my family too. The kitchen was beautiful, and would we like to live with her? I enjoyed this story, proves to me that Mum's brain still works in many capacities. I let her chat on and on. For a split second, I imagined that we were just "chatting" like we always used to. It was nice.
Its funny to hear these stories... like a snapshot into what's firing in her brain at the moment.
Speaking of what's firing in a brain..... I am beginning to let my guard down a little bit in terms of what I write here. Almost like I am getting comfortable with my surroundings. I think that I have yet to let my dark humour out on the pages.....worried that I will scare you away with my thoughts and actions. But maybe I've already scared you with all the boredom of my entries, so I'll let my guard down a little this morning.
My keyes. A constant struggle in my house, daily, with my truk keys. We recently (yesterday) finished our mudroom. I always remember our mudroom from NW ont. Was awesome. To me, a kid at the time, it seemed huge. That's how I remember it. But Mum was always way ahead of her time in terms of her living quarters and their design. Anyway... keys. I designed our current mudroom to be a place of optimum storage space and organization. A place for everything. Now i feel like I know where my stuff is. I feel like it's everyone else that dis-organizes me. Yesterday, for example, I used the truk only once. Hubby used it quite a few times. My keys? No where to be found this morning. Not hanging where they should be, not in my purse, pockets, bedside table.... no where. I'm betting my left breast that they are in the work truk. But I'll never know, cause he'll get home and put them somewhere that he can claim I left them. I know this, because I've set traps in the past. Hubby will do anything to deflect blame. Yes, I'm frustrated this morning, angry and crabby now, as I have no keys. But life is short, so I pick my battles.
Its funny that one of the things I wanted to do this week off, was watch the movie "Eat, Pray, Love". I did watch it and it was terrible. So terrible, in fact, that I paid $8 for it, and never finished the movie. I turned it off after 20 minutes or so. I really felt that the movie's best line was in the first 5 minutes, when she decides she's leaving her marriage. Julia Roberts (The character) says this:
"the only thing harder than staying in this marriage... is leaving. I wish I could slip quietly out the back door, start running, and not stop till I hit Greenland"
If it wasn't for the kids, if I wasn't picking Mum up on Wednesday, I would slip out the back door, start running and not stop till I got to Greenland.
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