Well, for this weekend at least, I am not away. I’m back in Connecticut for Easter weekend — to play for the 8 am church service with the handbell choir hubby and I play in for the Congregational Church. Then, gratefully, to be able to attend a church service at the Methodist church that we belong to.
Dad is temporarily settled into a care center for physical rehab. They are working at making him stronger and a bit healthier. He became quite weak when he started refusing to eat solid food and then, refusing to get out of bed. Long story short — I took him to the emergency room to be admitted into the hospital. He didn’t know that was where we were going or he wouldn’t have agreed. After a 4-day stay, he’s in rehab. His short term memory is completely absent and some long term stuff gone, and an ability to follow even simple 3-step instructions gone too. Most of the time, when questioned, he gets pertinent facts correct. Yes, he has three daughters, but it is far beyond him to come up with all three names at the same time when asked.
So, I’ll be heading back to Nebraska on Monday and working on getting things arranged for his moving to a permanent care home and all the other things that go with taking over your parent’s affairs.
Photos here are from the last three weeks. Weather issues — spring is always an adventure in tornado alley and sister’s visit with her cute doggie.
Skies over eastern Nebraska — be afraid, be very afraid. About 5 minutes after this photo was taken, the tornado sirens went off. Skies were actually greener than they appear here and there were tornadoes in the skies that didn’t touch down until they got about 15 miles east of us. But they were definitely forming or formed as they clouds flew over at about 60 mph.
My sister’s dog, Spike, is always very entertaining. He has learned to do a “high five” for a treat.
And, one day, while she was away, I couldn’t find him. He is always off exploring, likes to grab stuff from the trash and chew it up, likes to find socks and drag them around, and generally can get into quite a bit of mischief if you don’t sort of keep an eye on him. Well, I looked and looked, and then more carefully looked into the pile of pillows in the corner of the sofa.
Like I said earlier, not exactly a photo taking occasion out in Nebraska right now — but the dog always manages to provide some reason to get the camera out.