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Wednesday night, all wired for the sleep study. The gauze holding the head sensors in place is soaked in some glue that includes ether as the volatile element (collodion adhesive, apparently), force dried with blown air, and then later removed with acetone.
I slept pretty well until i realized Christine had left the bed, and i found her dozing on the couch. I was wide awake at that point. I managed to fall back asleep but did not feel rested. And, even after another decent night's sleep, i don't feel rested: i'm carrying more than i would like.
Dad is realizing his mother is dying. I had realized the rapid change in her aspect after her birthday was likely one of those cases of an elderly person reaching a milestone and then letting go. Dad thought he might have six months to a year with her, which, one can't wave away. But she's not eating.
Meanwhile, my sister and i are continuing to try and help and he is continuing to be incredibly centered on his own trains of thought and my sister broke down trying to converse with him. So, i was on the phone with my sister who was in tears at 4, then on the phone with my father pointing out how he failed to be considerate of her time (she hung around for three hours waiting to talk to him) and her work, pointing out he's been running a marathon for three years and he's got to let us over-solve his staffing problem not minimally solve what he desperately needs, at least for him to get some capacity back. Then my sister arrived and I made her a fancy drink with all my extracts and we talked for a while. Then there was a long Facetime call with Dad as he had a drink and reflected and processed.
I am my family's therapist. Christine doesn't really approve. She's right not to.
I have been very under effective at work this week. I sure hope i find my capacity next week.
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Meanwhile, redbuds are blooming everywhere. Being out and about I've seem so many, all the slight differences in the hue. How to describe it: fuschia, i think , per https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuchsia_(color)#Fuchsia_(web_color), although some trend more pink, and one near the hospital is definitely pushing purple. Many trees have a fuzzy halo of color, some soft greens, but russet and red and silvery grey as well. Other trees remain bare. The black cherries have leafed out along with the invasive autumn olive. Spice bush is blooming with the tiny puffs of bright yellow green. I mowed last weekend as all the winter forbs like bitter cress are setting seed. Yesterday the dandelions seemed to pop. Violets glow everywhere. A few tiny bluets survive in the glade: i think i have removed their habitat elsewhere, which i regret. Virginia bluebells and Camassia are sprouting, the lovely peach colored hyacinth are pillars of color. Most of the large single daffodils have finished blooming, but the Jonquilla or Tazetta types are just beginning. These were left from the previous owner so i need to take some time to figure out their identity.
I want to flame the driveway and part of the garden plot this weekend, and maybe underneath the west chestnut tree. It's time to sort out the chipper, too. I don't know if it's too late to whack down the meadow that i left standing all winter for the cover it would offer critters. February would have been the right time. I may manually cut back lots of old stems.
I slept pretty well until i realized Christine had left the bed, and i found her dozing on the couch. I was wide awake at that point. I managed to fall back asleep but did not feel rested. And, even after another decent night's sleep, i don't feel rested: i'm carrying more than i would like.
Dad is realizing his mother is dying. I had realized the rapid change in her aspect after her birthday was likely one of those cases of an elderly person reaching a milestone and then letting go. Dad thought he might have six months to a year with her, which, one can't wave away. But she's not eating.
Meanwhile, my sister and i are continuing to try and help and he is continuing to be incredibly centered on his own trains of thought and my sister broke down trying to converse with him. So, i was on the phone with my sister who was in tears at 4, then on the phone with my father pointing out how he failed to be considerate of her time (she hung around for three hours waiting to talk to him) and her work, pointing out he's been running a marathon for three years and he's got to let us over-solve his staffing problem not minimally solve what he desperately needs, at least for him to get some capacity back. Then my sister arrived and I made her a fancy drink with all my extracts and we talked for a while. Then there was a long Facetime call with Dad as he had a drink and reflected and processed.
I am my family's therapist. Christine doesn't really approve. She's right not to.
I have been very under effective at work this week. I sure hope i find my capacity next week.
--== ∞ ==--
Meanwhile, redbuds are blooming everywhere. Being out and about I've seem so many, all the slight differences in the hue. How to describe it: fuschia, i think , per https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fuchsia_(color)#Fuchsia_(web_color), although some trend more pink, and one near the hospital is definitely pushing purple. Many trees have a fuzzy halo of color, some soft greens, but russet and red and silvery grey as well. Other trees remain bare. The black cherries have leafed out along with the invasive autumn olive. Spice bush is blooming with the tiny puffs of bright yellow green. I mowed last weekend as all the winter forbs like bitter cress are setting seed. Yesterday the dandelions seemed to pop. Violets glow everywhere. A few tiny bluets survive in the glade: i think i have removed their habitat elsewhere, which i regret. Virginia bluebells and Camassia are sprouting, the lovely peach colored hyacinth are pillars of color. Most of the large single daffodils have finished blooming, but the Jonquilla or Tazetta types are just beginning. These were left from the previous owner so i need to take some time to figure out their identity.
I want to flame the driveway and part of the garden plot this weekend, and maybe underneath the west chestnut tree. It's time to sort out the chipper, too. I don't know if it's too late to whack down the meadow that i left standing all winter for the cover it would offer critters. February would have been the right time. I may manually cut back lots of old stems.
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