Yesterday I talked on the phone with Barbara and Terry, and
this morning I Skyped with Jay.
They all asked about mom and dad at some point, and I was happy;
although, as usual touching wood, to tell them that at least dad hadn’t fallen
since before Christmas. Mom on the
other hand is a little more Job-like in being visited by strange and painful
plagues. Most recently it has been
some inexplicable welts or hives that pop up and itch all over her body and
disappear just as she gets to the doctor’s office. She is treating them with an over-the-counter antihistamine,
which seems to have calmed them, so maybe it’s an allergy. But this morning I returned from the
Rec. Centre, checked the phone as always and saw the red light blinking to warn
me of a message. It was mom. Dad fell yesterday and is in the
hospital. He had to go there
because he was in such pain he couldn’t stand, even when the ambulance men got
him upright. And dad would stand
if he could. Although he used to
say, “Never stand when you can sit; never sit when you can lie.” as he settled
flat on his back on the bed for his daily afternoon nap, he knows that if he
can’t stand and dress himself he can’t go back with mom to Shannon Oaks, so
he’d stand now, even if it were in front of a firing squad. I had a long talk with mom. We agreed there’s nothing we can do, so
she went to visit him, and I will await her news.
I read my last blog just before starting this one and
realized I sound like a weather reporter.
Well, the weather is weird this winter. I had a great ski on Saturday with John. It was all thanks to Mo, who had to be
at SSASS by 8:30am, so John and I were on the trail by then. We went to Alder Point and on to After
Me After You, even though it had not been groomed. Conditions were fine.
We had a great time, lunch in the new cabin. On the last leg of the ski home there was a bit of mist in
the air, so I stopped to put on my visor.
Within minutes it was pouring down. We were drenched by the time we got to the village at
1:00pm. Had we started later, it
would have been horrible for a much longer time because once you’re up there,
there’s only one way down.
I’ve bought my plane tickets to and from Mexico from mid
March to mid April and made arrangements to study Spanish for the first 2 weeks
at a school in Guanajuato and meet Barb Steers there afterward. Who knows if it will all happen????? I did buy cancellation insurance on the
flights. Lately I’ve often thought
about John Cleese’s joke:
“
How do you make god laugh?”
“
Tell him your plans.”
A view of the inversion below and the Monashees in the distance on the way to Alder Point
A view back at the downhill runs at Silver Star
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