G’ette: Did all those things one does once the guests are gone. Today a walk and 32 pieces of email that actually need answers.
Weather: The sun never fully came out here at all.
Menus: Heaven only knows. I do want a picnic sometime this summer even if in the grey of the fogs.
Although my head kept nodding and my eyes kept closing, most of the laundry got done, the beds collapsed, a book read….or skimmed, and one or two pieces of furniture returned to their usual spots. Clean surfaces were returned to their usual chaotic state as we emptied out our backpacks of swag. It was amazing how much paper we managed to accumulate.
I called Bee in stages. We usually ramble on at about eight until whenever our ramble runs out. This day, it was my turn to call her, and we talked briefly until I interrupted to call the doctor’s office. I actually got an appointment with Doc. Lew, who is the one who has been tending my shin, at ten thirty, and called Bee back. Then we talked. More father sadness. She’s so angry. He’s given up and lies there unwilling to get out of his bed at the nursing home. Pneumonia. Bed sores. He stopped eating. He can’t get his pain meds and he can’t drink. This is not a happy man. Her mother doesn’t remember him until she sees him now. But when you get them together they scream at each other until the nursing home halls are filled with their angry yelling.
Me: The doctor said the wound is closing and looks good. The edema is very bad. Don’t go swimming until the wound is closed. Wear compression stockings and go forth.
I did and felt freed. I drove to the ever more upscale Westfield Fashion Valley mall. Imagine every mall in the whole city being owned by one Australian Corporation……Westfield. Plenty of parking near JC Penny’s who actually own their building so can’t be tossed out as too middle class or lower class for the upgraded mall. I found the blue sweater that matches the blue in my skirt, and I found a pair of blue flats to match on sale/on sale/ on sale too. Good timing on my part. Seven dollars. Who knows if I will die of the heat in Utah on the 8th, but I will have my shoulders covered.
A big Mac and home to doze over the computer between loads of laundry.