Tired but much more relaxed
posted in Arizona, Family, Flowers, Illnesses, OmegaDotter, OmegaGranny, Writing the Blog |::OmegaMom walks into the blog space, blows some dust off the furnishings, looks around…::
Hey there. It’s been long enough for a post from me that BlogHer advertising sent me a “tsk, tsk” email and turned off the ads. Hah!
Oh, well; I’ve been busy and tired and uptight enough that blogging (and Twitter) has taken second (third? Last?) place in the scheme of things.
The good news is that my mom is so, so, so much better. We moved her into assisted living yesterday; she has all the furniture she needs and today’s chores include moving some plants and paintings and photos so that her space is even more her space.
Every day in the past two weeks has been jam-packed with things related to getting her better, getting the move coordinated, packing, vacuuming, cleaning, packing, vacuuming, cleaning, vacuuming, cleaning. Twenty-five years at one location does tend to make one accumulate stuff…and much of it, as mom says, “Nothing precious”. My main learning point–aside from the need for retirement funds, and how expensive assisted living is–is that the investment in a weekly cleaning person is a Must for those who do not have the cleaning gene. All the dust and the stress has combined to give me a lovely cold with a dollop of super-duper sinus infection on top. Hah!
Arizona has been irritatingly sunny and beautiful, all the while I have been unable to rest and enjoy it. Grrr.
My brother arrives today–yay! Someone else to take the burden! And I head home on Sunday, to a dotter who finally last night broke down during our nightly phone conversation to say, “I want you to COME HOME!!!”, with her voice cracking into tears on the last two words. Oh, yes, OmegaDad wants me home, too, but he hasn’t cried–it’s been me bursting into spontaneous tearfests on his long-distance shoulder every few days. He’s a good dude, y’know? I’ve done something right to have the Kozmik All let me find him all those years ago.
My main focus with mom’s move–aside from, well, the move–has been to create a colorful and welcoming space for her in her new place. One of the things I did was taken directly from a blog that my commenter and long-time virtual friend Kaz pointed me to named Attic24. The lady who writes Attic24 is a lover of all things bright and colorful, and her January 21 post made me re-assess my inward sneer at tulips.
I have always thought that tulips are just too, too niffy-naffy and snooty for words. Stiff, formal, upright–ptooey. But in the midst of her posts filled with bright mixes of color, A24 showed a vase jam-packed with multi-colored tulips. It was bright, springy, the furthest thing from “formal” you could imagine. So I started searching the local florist shops for tulips.
Of course, none of the local florist shops had gotten the word: tulips in arrangements meant all one color, all stiff, semi- to very formal, and very little variety in color. Red was big. So was white. And pink. Never in the same store, though! Bah. But Monday I was at the local grocery store, struck by the “manager’s specials” of leftover Valentine’s Day bouquets and tchatchkes, and was lured into their flower cooler. There, in the corner, was a bucket of tulips, gathered into groups of five stems, each group one color. But they had orange. They had red. They had purple. Pink. White. Yellow. A riot of colors. So I cornered the young lady who was putting “for sale!” signs on the manager’s specials, and described what I wanted.
She came through! One of the nicest things about the move was walking mom into her new place and having her delighted with the (beginnings of) big splashes of color…one of which was a small vase jam-packed with tulips of all different colors, sitting on her dining table.
It’s the small things that make me happy sometimes. That vase of colorful tulips was a symbol to me, a symbol that mom’s life is not going to shrivel up into a blank nursing home stare, that she’s going to have spring and life and color for time to come.
