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I slept last night. It took a bit of coaxing, and I was up later than I really wanted to be, but...I slept.
I hate warm milk unless it's got coffee in it, but I had some, with honey. I also had a tortilla with honey on it, and an apple to keep my blood sugar from skyrocketing. According to some websites I looked at last night, honey is one of those natural soporifics along with turkey (which I have none of) and warm milk.
My brain won't shut down long enough for me to doze off. It's like a fly buzzing around your head in a silent room.
So, yeah.
Yesterday went fairly well, considering. The train meeting, which I was the most worried about, got off to a rocky start when Mom and Al got snappish with each other in front of the entire membership. Here I am, stuck between them. Mom's already stressed out because she's not as computer lterate as she likes to let on and couldn't find files on her laptop and she's muttering that Al will start before she was ready and on and on.
*shaking head* I took notes in an effort to help her, since this was her first meeting and she was so rattled. I hope she doesn't become dependent on that.
They were just codial to each other once the meeting got going.
After the meeting, we went to the airport to wait for Grandma to arrive. There was a mixup about which flight she was on, and it was only by chance that I was walking the kids down by the gate's ramp when she disembarked.
She walks with a cane now, and slowly. She's put on some weight, and her hair is a bit thinner. She seems more frail than before, but still has the underlying strength I remember. In attitude, she seems more fearful and dependent, and sticks closer to people than she did before. She actually walked out of the airport hand-in-hand with my mother.
The spark of humor is still there, though - she reached up and tugged Jay's beard and his ponytail and said that if she could grow her hair back any way she wanted, it would be Jay's hair (personally, I agree with that - it's criminal how pretty his hair is). Unfortunately, she comes from a culture and generation where the men are clean-shaven and growing a beard indicates you're hiding something (right or wrong, it's how she thinks).
Overall, it was reassuring to set eyes on her and see how she is. Considering what's she been through and currently dealing with, she's doing remarkably well (backstory - she's got non-Hodgkin's lymphoma and has had several small strokes that have affected her physical strength and balance).
Mom and Dad have taken her to church this morning, and we'll be going over there later for dinner. Later this week, we'll bring Jay's layout upstairs for when they come over for dinner here, so everyone can see it. While not a train person in the same sense we are, she enjoys seeing other people's passions, and loves little detailed things. She's very curious and asks about everything she sees.
So, that means we need to get the house cleaned up - at least the ground floor. I doubt she'll want to climb the stairs to see the upper floor, but we should clean it too. I need to make a list.
First thing, though, I need to run to Sam's and pick up a few things, and then work on the Kibitzer. I want to be able to send it to the printer tomorrow morning.
I hate warm milk unless it's got coffee in it, but I had some, with honey. I also had a tortilla with honey on it, and an apple to keep my blood sugar from skyrocketing. According to some websites I looked at last night, honey is one of those natural soporifics along with turkey (which I have none of) and warm milk.
My brain won't shut down long enough for me to doze off. It's like a fly buzzing around your head in a silent room.
So, yeah.
Yesterday went fairly well, considering. The train meeting, which I was the most worried about, got off to a rocky start when Mom and Al got snappish with each other in front of the entire membership. Here I am, stuck between them. Mom's already stressed out because she's not as computer lterate as she likes to let on and couldn't find files on her laptop and she's muttering that Al will start before she was ready and on and on.
*shaking head* I took notes in an effort to help her, since this was her first meeting and she was so rattled. I hope she doesn't become dependent on that.
They were just codial to each other once the meeting got going.
After the meeting, we went to the airport to wait for Grandma to arrive. There was a mixup about which flight she was on, and it was only by chance that I was walking the kids down by the gate's ramp when she disembarked.
She walks with a cane now, and slowly. She's put on some weight, and her hair is a bit thinner. She seems more frail than before, but still has the underlying strength I remember. In attitude, she seems more fearful and dependent, and sticks closer to people than she did before. She actually walked out of the airport hand-in-hand with my mother.
The spark of humor is still there, though - she reached up and tugged Jay's beard and his ponytail and said that if she could grow her hair back any way she wanted, it would be Jay's hair (personally, I agree with that - it's criminal how pretty his hair is). Unfortunately, she comes from a culture and generation where the men are clean-shaven and growing a beard indicates you're hiding something (right or wrong, it's how she thinks).
Overall, it was reassuring to set eyes on her and see how she is. Considering what's she been through and currently dealing with, she's doing remarkably well (backstory - she's got non-Hodgkin's lymphoma and has had several small strokes that have affected her physical strength and balance).
Mom and Dad have taken her to church this morning, and we'll be going over there later for dinner. Later this week, we'll bring Jay's layout upstairs for when they come over for dinner here, so everyone can see it. While not a train person in the same sense we are, she enjoys seeing other people's passions, and loves little detailed things. She's very curious and asks about everything she sees.
So, that means we need to get the house cleaned up - at least the ground floor. I doubt she'll want to climb the stairs to see the upper floor, but we should clean it too. I need to make a list.
First thing, though, I need to run to Sam's and pick up a few things, and then work on the Kibitzer. I want to be able to send it to the printer tomorrow morning.