Update

I started writing this days ago, six days to be precise. I just never came back to it until now. I have therapy in about forty minutes, so I thought I would just jump on until then and do as much updating as I can. This is just a small sample of all the stuff that's been going on.

Dave's father was moved to a skilled nursing facility six days ago and has been receiving the kinds of therapy  (occupational and speech) they offer there. If things go well, he will able to be moved to a rehab facility, hopefully one closer to Dave's sister in a month or two.

Kelly continues to do well. We heard from her via text the day after we heard from Kevin and they came home on the weekend. Out of respect for her privacy, I don't write very much about what's going on with Kelly, but I will say that I felt like I was holding my breath the whole time we were waiting to hear from her or Kevin. But things are good enough now that I can breathe again.

I can't take any bad news right now which means that I've pretty much stopped watching the news at all. We're going through such a dark time in the U.S. and the news is horrible and there's no respite, so when something bad happens closer to home, it's too much.

I had therapy last Thursday afternoon before Dave came home. I like my new therapist. She's very...connected, I guess. I had to think for a long time to come up with that word. It's a style that I'm not used to, because touchy-feely therapy is not for me, but she's good with connections as well as with boundaries and distance. I like that she actually listens to me--you'd be surprised, some therapists do not--and she seems to want good things for me. So that's a plus.

During therapy, I talked about Dave's father. I talked about Chris (who I used to call X in my Diaryland diary). I talked about Dave and about Gray Kitty. I talked about loneliness and insomnia and Christmas. I talked about my brother and his isolation. I talked about the lessons I've learned from depression. I talked about my grandmother, growing up at the tail end of The Great Depression.

That's a lot for an hour, isn't it?  

That brings us to today. Another therapy day. After, we'll pick up some dinner. I don't like to cook or do much of anything after therapy.  I have almost enough energy after therapy for takeout and laying on the couch watching youtube videos. This is why I can't have morning therapy appointments. The whole day would shot if tried that. 

So far today I've done some sewing (scrappy stars, four of them, with a scrappy border that will be the start of a medallion quilt) and cleaned some kitchen cabinets. I have a mild reaction to the cleaner (Murphy's Oil Soap), so I do a little bit at a time wearing gloves and stop when I start to get itchy. At this rate, I should be done cleaning cabinets around Christmas time. I also did some laundry and folded some clothes. Yesterday I tossed a bunch of old clothes, things I hadn't worn in ages and old torn, stretched out things. I always think I should donate clothes, but I wouldn't donate old stuff and we have a pretty full rag bag as it is. I swear, it seems like my wardrobe consists of about eight pairs of pajamas and two sets of clothes good enough to wear out of the house. This afternoon, I got out of my pajamas, took a shower and got into some clean pajamas. 

My other plans for today are to email the surgeon's office and start looking for flights and hotels.