Mom & Me Journals Histories: 1999 - 2001

    Mom's blood sugar is firmly under control. She stays up more. She's reading again. She's still using that "old person" routine when it comes to work. One of the construction workers, the supervisor, when I mentioned that, yeah, old people are allowed to sleep a lot and do as little as they wish, laughed and said sleeping was his favorite activity. A man after my own soul. She was outside twice yesterday viewing the property. Neither of us is panicked about anything (although I'm feeling a little tightly strung).

    Thin air does affect Mom's breathing. Everything affects her breathing. I think she's doing okay up here. I don't think the altitude is high enough to affect her. She doesn't have congestive heart failure or heart problems, you know, just chronic bronchitis. The clearing effect of the clean air probably counterbalances any oxygen deficit in the atmosphere. She was outside twice yesterday. Yesterday evening we sat outside for about an hour. Lovely!
    Regarding me doing all the work when work has to be done, Mom plays that "old woman" act to the hilt: Acting confused, saying she's not sure where to put things, you know the routine. Boy, I can't wait till I get old!
    We did very little unpacking yesterday. Mom is interested in seeing some yardwork done [Did you get that, "seeing yardwork done" as opposed to "doing yardwork"? I tell you, she's running a scam on me!] so I thought I'd alternate between unpacking, cleaning, monitoring OCC foreman and cutting away dead branches.

    Mom is out back right now, "seeing how things are". She loves the house. She said, "The house just seems right, now." It does. I'm going to go out and enjoy Mom and our 'out back'.