DIL is in MI visiting; S is working and trying to finish moving. He thinks the break is good for all as DIL was getting overwhelmed. D is finishing her second ASL class trying to bring up her GPA, working, trying to clean and help her brother finish moving. They will share a kitchen and that seems to be the focus right now.
S told me he thinks this will work as he thinks DIL is beginning to realize some less visible benefits such as another adult present more often to speak with. I like his attitude and hope he is correct. D seems a bit more at ease. Time will tell after DIL returns.
I have begun the fudicrary process for the estate. I wish the L was more helpful. He gave me a checklist to complete and has taken a couple of calls when I asked for advice. This like most things is similar to peeling an onion. I’ve got a handle on it. I just wish I didn’t have to do it.
I’m back to GAL. I think I GAL different than most. I’ve returned to a couple of projects begun this spring that are in danger of becoming overdue. The most physically demanding is getting the shed built. I’m just about done clearing the area and can start on setting a base.
The plan calls for me to build it from a kit. I could set the base and have one delivered already built or contract to have one built on site, but it is the labor that is my GAL. I like the feeling of accomplishment when it is done. One of the hold ups has been an old Elm tree that died last year. Felling it proved more effort than anticipated.
At the beginning of Mom’s last week DIL visited with GD. Mom’s pain was managed well that day and they had a really pleasant visit. Mom was very happy. During the visit DIL spied a millipede crossing the floor near her feet. She freaked out as this two inch creature passed nearby causing quite a stir until it was dispatched.
On Mom’s last day while she was laying on the floor waiting for the ambulance she spied another one matching the first crawling across the ceiling. From this position she stated we should call DIL to come over and dispatch it. DIL is maybe five foot four inches tall.
At the ER during intake Mom informed the staff her major issue was she was sixteen, pregnant with twins and not knowing who the father was placing her in a bind. This was Mom’s sense of humor.
Mostly I'm good.
BITS Me 55, ACK, when did that happen? Doesn't feel like 55 D 30 S 27
You create your own universe as you go along - Winston Churchill
