but the day that happened, nonethe less. I'd forgotten that it was Alz. B's care conference day. And i had thought that her son Bill would be back home from the Northwest. So i went to Music Thursday this morning and one of the members of that band's granddaughter was in town. A beautifully healthy and robust young woman with her fiddle and her voice. I got there a little late so i don't know if she will continue to come for a while or if this was a GIFT of today. One way i can tell that i am moving along the line is how so much i just LOVE young women. To me they are the finest of the fine, their clear eyes, their strong bodies, their Spirit just SHINING THROUGH….i love them and would celebrate each of them with everything i've got.
took the camera. This is the old folks home from the highway. On the right, you can see what might look like a two story part of the whole. It's not. It's the Alzheimers Wing (from which Alz.B was voted off…that island….because of bad behavior…sent to general population) which was built with very high ceilings to give a sense of space.
this is where i park. Just to the low left you see my bumper.
So the care conference. All disciplines represented and me as family member. Weight same: 98lbs. Cognitive Function: same This is now three years into it. What has changed is that she is no longer "toileted". She has no self sense of all that. So, in the last couple of months, she is just "cleaned up" after the fact. Every day, she is fed, encouraged to drink fluids. I have quit participating in that. I no longer go at lunch like i did for 2 years. But she continues to open her mouth for the spoon. Continues to sip from the straw. Her weight remains stable. OK.
And because Mimmin has been walking hand and hand with me through the last year, i saw that this time last year the Apple Tree there was laden. So today i looked, and YES!, again. Tart excellent pie apples at the edge of one of the outside court yards. No one cares. PIES! The one in the front, visited by some bird, was the only one with a single mark. Beautiful apples, natural, just because a tree wants to make them. Tomorrow…Apple Pie.
on the way back, a better pic of the Thrift Shop.
and those beings from the other day……well, i was wrong. They are high in the Big Bush and i thought they were the same, but NOT. Today they are caterpillars….and i still have no clue what they might also Be.
someone lost a small single very perfect under feather.
And today is the 45th Anniversary of Woodstock. "we are stardust, we are golden. we are a billion year old carbon" they sang. I watched on Utube, Jimi Hendricks…who, to this day, i would go with…anywhere…… I didn't get to go to Woodstock. Tom, the father of my children, wanted to get out of the Draft. He didn't want to go to Canada so he looked into Peace Corps. The only program available at that time was for married couples. So we got married and instead of going to Woodstock, we went into Peace Corps training in San Luis Obispo California.
But i am PROUD. so PROUD of Woodstock, for all it's craziness. It Was Stardust and Golden.
We Believed in something very BEAUTY FULL and GRAND. And i realize that i try to give that Beauty and Grandness to my granddaughter today, even tho it seems too hard. I want her to know what it was.
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