catching up
I said that I would try to post something at least once a month and I've left it late for June, but here it is with 4 hours left, EST.
I seem to have missed May altogether and have no idea where the last couple of months went. It's not as if I've been gallivanting around and had no time.
My tardiness and lack of enthusiasm to do anyting may be due somewhat to stress and worry. I've worried since March and the COVID outbreak when my daughter decided she didn't like living in Vancouver and decided to take the kids out of school during March Break to head home to Ontario. Unfortunately they couldn't make it all the way here.
They stopped in Calgary, Alberta, left there for Regina, Saskatchewan, then returned to Calgary. Convinced that was where they wanted to live they began to look for houses. But my daughter's husband (although a really fantastic guy) is a ditherer and decided that he really did like British Columbia (just not Vancouver-too much rain and too expensive), so they began to look for houses between Calgary and Kelowna in the Okanagan Valley.
They're holed up in Calgary in an almost-empty hotel. She said she feels like she's in The Shining.
We spoke on the phone for 3 hours last Sunday and she said she was determined to find a place within the next month. They even considered buying land and building something on it.
It was delightful to speak with my two young grandchildren, Joe and Jessica. They both told me they loved me (I almost cried) and that they missed their cat whom we are babysitting until they get settled.
Then there's my son who turned 33 in April. He and his lovely girlfriend have made up and are back together (even though they never really separated). She seems to be back on track mental health-wise and on the correct medication now. Unfortunately last February she had decided to go off of her meds cold turkey and then took off to Palm Springs while in a manic state. Not the best idea. She ended up in hospital there and her mother had to fly down to get her out. Her mom is a doctor so that helped. Mind you, her mother is not entitled to practice medicine in either Canada or the United States and does not treat her own daughter.
Then there's my grandson Sean who has mild autism and has always lived with us. His mother, my daughter, wanted him to go with them when they went out west but he refused to go. He's too attached to his school and his friends. He's a very sociable person with ASD. He is graduating high school this year but wants to return to complete some extra courses next year. He also wants a job and to learn to drive. The mere thought of him driving makes me wobble with fear. I'm afraid his focus is not the best and I do believe focus is a necessary part of driving.
But now my husband, whom I'm convinced is in the early stages of Alzheimer's, has taken an irrational dislike to Sean. It's actually quite heartbreaking and I can't bring myself to discuss it right now. Maybe at another time. I've recently had a very long conversation with my husband's dearest old friend who is heartbroken to see Hubby's decline over the past year. He went through it with his mother some years ago and recognized the signs in my husband.
Anyway, another time. I still have to find out everything I can about treatment here first.
I seem to have missed May altogether and have no idea where the last couple of months went. It's not as if I've been gallivanting around and had no time.
My tardiness and lack of enthusiasm to do anyting may be due somewhat to stress and worry. I've worried since March and the COVID outbreak when my daughter decided she didn't like living in Vancouver and decided to take the kids out of school during March Break to head home to Ontario. Unfortunately they couldn't make it all the way here.
They stopped in Calgary, Alberta, left there for Regina, Saskatchewan, then returned to Calgary. Convinced that was where they wanted to live they began to look for houses. But my daughter's husband (although a really fantastic guy) is a ditherer and decided that he really did like British Columbia (just not Vancouver-too much rain and too expensive), so they began to look for houses between Calgary and Kelowna in the Okanagan Valley.
They're holed up in Calgary in an almost-empty hotel. She said she feels like she's in The Shining.
We spoke on the phone for 3 hours last Sunday and she said she was determined to find a place within the next month. They even considered buying land and building something on it.
It was delightful to speak with my two young grandchildren, Joe and Jessica. They both told me they loved me (I almost cried) and that they missed their cat whom we are babysitting until they get settled.
Then there's my son who turned 33 in April. He and his lovely girlfriend have made up and are back together (even though they never really separated). She seems to be back on track mental health-wise and on the correct medication now. Unfortunately last February she had decided to go off of her meds cold turkey and then took off to Palm Springs while in a manic state. Not the best idea. She ended up in hospital there and her mother had to fly down to get her out. Her mom is a doctor so that helped. Mind you, her mother is not entitled to practice medicine in either Canada or the United States and does not treat her own daughter.
Then there's my grandson Sean who has mild autism and has always lived with us. His mother, my daughter, wanted him to go with them when they went out west but he refused to go. He's too attached to his school and his friends. He's a very sociable person with ASD. He is graduating high school this year but wants to return to complete some extra courses next year. He also wants a job and to learn to drive. The mere thought of him driving makes me wobble with fear. I'm afraid his focus is not the best and I do believe focus is a necessary part of driving.
But now my husband, whom I'm convinced is in the early stages of Alzheimer's, has taken an irrational dislike to Sean. It's actually quite heartbreaking and I can't bring myself to discuss it right now. Maybe at another time. I've recently had a very long conversation with my husband's dearest old friend who is heartbroken to see Hubby's decline over the past year. He went through it with his mother some years ago and recognized the signs in my husband.
Anyway, another time. I still have to find out everything I can about treatment here first.