My routine for the past year or so has been pretty, well, routine. Early morning exercise, a few hours of business — my consulting practice and/or household business — then off to Mom’s for the afternoon, and home again. Weekends are similar — more Mom time and usually less work time.
But over the past week, a couple of day trips have shaken things up a bit. First, Michael texted from New Hampshire where he’s an overnight camp counselor to say he had a day off and, if I had the time, he’d love to see his Mama. How could I turn down an invitation like that?!
The drive from Mom’s was a relatively easy two hours, so I was able to meet Michael and his buddy for a late dinner during which they shared stories of their campers, fellow counselors, and the challenges and rewards of being a counselor.
After a solid 12 hours of sleep, Michael had enough energy the next morning for breakfast at a nearby diner. Then we spent a couple of hours at a park, where he used my laptop to work through some “paperwork” for his upcoming college semester in Spain.
“Better late than never” was his mantra as he realized that some of the materials were due a month ago. Learning how to craft difficult emails is an important life skill as far as I’m concerned.
My heart was full as we said good bye. He’ll be back in mid August for about 72 hours before he leaves for four months in Spain.
Saturday morning found me and Mom heading to Maine for a visit to her dear friends Joe and Betty. As Mom’s dementia has progressed, she remembers fewer people, especially if they’re not present, but these friends of 65 years are like extensions of herself. Even when she can’t follow the conversation, her comfort level in their home is pretty high and her attentiveness to Joe, who’s not mobile and has significant cognitive declines himself, is touching.
The next morning, while a caregiver spent a few hours with Joe, “the girls” drove to a nearby ocean park and spent a lovely hour or so on a bench, chatting, enjoying the sea breeze, and watching birds, boats, waves, and beach-goers.
A talented knitter herself, Betty expressed her boredom with the charity hats she’s been knitting. I think I may have to introduce her to the wonders of sock knitting.
Back home on Sunday evening, Kevin, Patrick, and I watched the Red Sox after dinner, filling each other in our weekend’s activities, news, and observations.
I’ve started a new sock. Some routines don’t change!