Postby Lynlee » Sun May 10, 2020 9:07 am
Mothers' Day Greetings.
To all Mothers
and those that had Mothers, of birth or adoption,
and for our chosen Mother figures,
with special hugs to all who lost their babies in pregnancy.
My day started slowly.
I listened to Sunday morning radio, Australia all over. There are lots of folk calling in, letters read etc.
I was eating breakfast waiting for program to finish at 10 and my mother rang. landline.
DD#1 rang. I had thought through the week of visiting her.
If I had a car it is a defined legal distance from this weekend.
I decided to term it 'a compassionate visit' (allowed under previous rules) if I had to.
We discussed the when of a visit and it turned into today. I dressed in 10 min and was 10 min early to the bus stop. (Her week is dictated to by help from visiting nurse and Physio, visits to xray, and her dd is enlisted to take her shopping for manageable clothes that suit winter, bumming up and down stairs if leaving the house (God help that its not raining), and need for sleep. Today seemed easier, plus I avoided week day commuters. If people still work in the city? 2 hrs each way.
I could get there on train arriving 12.30, and had a choice of returning trains. So today it was. Caught the 3 pm rtn. dd was sound asleep when I left there. Her dh was tasked with station runs. We talked after dd went to bed, and I had a prowl of her garden. She has a wheel chair, knee brace thigh to ankle, sling.
I took more photos en route. Glasshouse mountains. some of forest/ bushlands. Mostly looked out window with artist eyes. and a wiff of geologist and botanist on the side. A cloudy day, so colours were subdued in photos. People taking the allowed 'picnics', I thought that looked a bit bleak. Wondered if they were adhering to the 2 households only rule. There seemed to be many children.
On the way home I tied again to crop some photos. There is not much external vision after the sun goes down. Time to just sit. bus home minutes after train arrives in home town. There were few people in my carriages, so being distant was easy.
Ph call from other dd on route down 'where are you?'. At the end, we both listened to all the health directives, broadcast loud via the speakers. 30 min talk, then time to text dd#1 for PU.
We have exchanged texts x many since I left. DD appreciated my visit.
I visited because I know the no visitor thing, especially when sick or injured.
One of my grief sources.
If I can, I get there.
Its a grief that visits to DM seem beyond what I can do. atm.
I think I'll do the church visit / website service on the morrow.
Tomorrow I'll see if I can remember how to get a text card from dd into my photos. I've done it before but tonight its beyond me.
News of dxmil. She had her 96th birthday. Movement in one side. 'seems resigned' to how things are.
She was moved back to the local hospital in her town.
her ds from interstate is still in quarantine, so hasn't seen her yet.
I told dd of the being mortal book.
Just begin.
Living this day, today
Take a reality check; Remember to breathe; Do what I am able to do.
Look for the good in all.