Last night we watched an amazing movie, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly. Quite gripping, agonizing, uplifting. The struggle of a human to communicate against all odds. The life of the mind in an airtight container. What happens to us and those around us when our body fails us. When the mechanics go ass over teakettle.
My parents have decided not to look further into a retirement community in the Napa Valley, two hours away. They want to be closer to my sis and me. We still have the unsettled question of what to do in an emergency. God forbid something life changing but not life-ending occurs. What are we, their children, supposed to do? Dad turned 84 this month, and he is in fine and dandy shape. Mother continues to slowly decline after almost 16 years of living with Parkinsons.
One of the things Mother loves (I know, we call her "mother") is when we bring Lucy by. We went to Capitol Park today to photograph the magnolia trees, so we dropped Lucy off on our way. The pink and lavender blooms are hypnotic and we timed our visit so we just missed the showers.
After fun in the park, we had a yummylicious lunch at Hock Farm. I had shrimp and grits with an ancho chili oil, and Steve had very good pork sliders. Steve is explaining something very important to me here. So important I can no longer recall what it was. And that, my friends, is the way it goes.
Enjoy your weekend!