Ready for return to normal

I’m going to get my mom out of rehab in the morning. I had thought she might get to come home sooner but am glad she didn’t as her mobility has improved so much since the wonderful physical and occupational therapists have been working with her while she was in the hospital. She is in much better shape now than she was before this latest heart attack.
I will spend a couple of days with her to make sure she is indeed ready to stay by herself before returning home to finally recuperate from vacation and endless trips to Reid Hospital in Richmond. My brothers will check on her frequently after I leave.
I am still in grandchild withdrawal mode. I see all kinds of projects that I think Emma would like to try. There are dozens of recipes that I would like Emma and Jacob to help me with. Plus I would like to introduce them to the pleasure of eating fresh raspberries straight from the vine.
The quasi-grandkids, Paige and Nate, would enjoy several of the Arts in the Parks activities. All of them except the baby would relish a trek through the Loblolly Marsh providing I bring along bug spray and containers for any bugs or frogs they might find.
As they are all half a continent away, I will have to content myself with the usual endless household upkeep and remodeling. Our latest project was installing a row of mailboxes in front of our house. It is a shame that the post office is forced to take such cost cutting measures as requiring the boxes to be set up so that the mail carrier can make one stop and then go. It is not much of a hassle now but when winter comes and the streets are caked with ice I’m sure there will be a lot of grumbling going on.
Things are taking longer than usual to return to normal. I took one day off from visiting Mom and ended up with a case of poison ivy. I swear there wasn’t any poison ivy in that flower-bed but the rash on my face, arms and legs begs to differ. Karma strikes again.
Then when I took another day off from visiting her, my car battery committed suicide. No amount of jumping could bring it back to life so now the car has a new battery to go with the new tire it demanded in Kentucky. I’m almost afraid to think what will happen when I don’t visit my mom again for a couple of weeks.
Right now my thoughts are scattered. I want to be in Texas spoiling all the grandkids. I want to be in Richmond visiting my mother. I want to be home catching up on everything I’ve been neglecting. I want to be in bed because I’m exhausted. I want to be much farther away from the fireworks store as I am tired of listening to them all night and day.
It really doesn’t matter what I want. Responsibility calls and I will answer to the best of my ability. Isn’t that the way life works? We do the best we can with what we have. I’m grateful that I have so many people who need me.[[In-content Ad]]