Like Looking into the Not Too Distant Future
My week off is drawing to a close. I got a ton of stuff done, and will get even more done by the end of this thing. Yay!
H's Grandmother is a lovely woman. She's sweet, doesn't hassle me about anything, calls just to see how we are--and it never turns into an uncomfortably lengthy convo because she's lonely. She sends beautiful cards and always gushes about the stuff we send her. I like her very much. H's Grandfather had a stroke and she takes care of him, has been for years. Last week, they moved into assisted living because taking care of him got to be too much for her. That frightens and depresses me more than I'm prepared to describe in detail here.
A lot of men in H's family have had strokes. And I? Well, let's just say I'm not the pinnacle of health. Twenty more years, we could be living in some kind of soylent based society depending on how some of this economic hoosefudge turns out. It's terrifying to be in my 40's and nowhere near able to own a home. On top of everything, I hate that talking to H's Grandmother makes me sad.
I really do like her.
Anyway, I'm going to make her some suncatchers and send them to her so they'll know we're thinking about them. Dragonflies.
H's Grandmother is a lovely woman. She's sweet, doesn't hassle me about anything, calls just to see how we are--and it never turns into an uncomfortably lengthy convo because she's lonely. She sends beautiful cards and always gushes about the stuff we send her. I like her very much. H's Grandfather had a stroke and she takes care of him, has been for years. Last week, they moved into assisted living because taking care of him got to be too much for her. That frightens and depresses me more than I'm prepared to describe in detail here.
A lot of men in H's family have had strokes. And I? Well, let's just say I'm not the pinnacle of health. Twenty more years, we could be living in some kind of soylent based society depending on how some of this economic hoosefudge turns out. It's terrifying to be in my 40's and nowhere near able to own a home. On top of everything, I hate that talking to H's Grandmother makes me sad.
I really do like her.
Anyway, I'm going to make her some suncatchers and send them to her so they'll know we're thinking about them. Dragonflies.

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I hear you on the getting older thing. R turns 55 next week, and I'll be 50 in July. How the hell did that happen? The men in R's family tended to die of heart attacks when they're pretty young. And my mom was 53. It's disconcerting to think about.
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I understand this feeling so much.
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