Yesterday, in spite of green herons and kind wishes and the sound of needed coins falling into the alms box, was a very stressful day. The news about my father was difficult to hear, and this was compounded by a fight I had with my roommate. We rarely quarrel and part of it was my […]
Category: Just Shelley
Old people die
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I heard from my brother last night. I guess my Dad’s move from hospital to home did not go well. The assisted living home didn’t expect Dad to be released so quickly and weren’t set up yet. When Dad got there, all they had was his regular bed and they […]
The Crystal pendant
Last week on the way back from the store, I noticed a sparkle in the car in front of me. The driver had one of those lead crystal pieces that you hang over the rear view mirror, and which reflects rainbow light back into the interior of the car. I can never see one of […]
In France Now
I drove over to see my Dad in the hospital yesterday. When I entered the room he looked at me without recognition for a moment, before going “Michelle? What are you doing over here?” Though the trip is four hours each way, that’s not outside of reason for visiting one’s father. I said, “I though […]
Stubborn old farts run in my family
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. My Dad is a remarkably stubborn old fart. His surgery yesterday was I guess rather harrowing for all involved, but as my brother said, my Dad came out looking better than the surgical team who had to fight to keep Dad alive. Dad always did like to make trouble for […]
