What a week. I spent a lot of time in bed, hopped up on drugs for a bout of asthma that just wouldn't quit. First time in 2 or 3 years, and it's thrown me for a loop. It also makes me remember how healthy I've been over the last few years, and how grand that is. We take it for granted.
Today is my husband's birthday. I've been too sick to go out and get him anything, but chest willing, I'm taking him to dinner tonight. A little over a week ago, he and I went to the senior living place that turned my folks down (after wooing them heavily and enthusiastically). We spoke to the head person, had a productive meeting, and my parents followed up yesterday. Like magic - poof! - they were offered an apartment, on the spot. So, they'll think on it over the weekend, but I think they're going to take it. Cross fingers. Mother's decline is significant enough that I've been exceedingly worried about her care, and dad's burn out. I had a "come to Jesus" talk with them a couple of weeks ago and let them know I was at the end of MY rope with their indecision. I'm feeling hopeful for the first time in months.
Meanwhile, Matthew bears down on Florida after killing people in Haiti and Cuba, and there are folks IN THE FLOOD ZONE who refuse to leave. One fella sent his family away, but in the interview said, "I'm going to stay and protect my property." Great. The family will lose their property and their husband/father. What a plan. I don't understand people like this, but let's be honest, I don't understand most human behavior. Dogs are more sensible.
Lucy has been at my side, in bed, this entire week. She is the ultimate lap dog, and if you're stationary for any reason, she's there to suck up to your warm body. She's a comfort.
To my friends in the US, Mexico, France, UK, Canada, Australia, Spain, and Latin America (it's a small world after all):
Have a great weekend!