You know, the more I think about it, the more I think it also has something to do with the fact that we've had a long winter here. Sure, it's spring now, but we still have a few feet of snow on the ground and it's 23 degrees this morning!! It's supposed to warm up, be snow-free and trees showing buds. But....NOOOOO...it has to be frigid and depressingly bare. Save me!
At least my indoor plants are thriving. This Christmas Cactus is only supposed to bloom (so I'm told) at...you guessed it...Christmas time, but here it is on it's second bloom and I'm also on my THIRD!! I'm so excited. What do you think?? Pretty, huh?
On a more serious note: My parents' health is failing. My dad, after a second opinion, has Parkinson's and my mother has bee "officially" diagnosed with dementia..not the "kind that indicates Alzheimer's" but the frontal lobe kind. We got the news before Christmas, but we thought Dad's Parkinson's was something else. Apparently not. We've been sitting down and talking with them about living/housing ideas without them thinking we're trying to take over. They know this, for which I'm SO grateful for, but it's hard sitting there talking about wills and hearing your brother only talk about dad's guns, tools and selling up the family home so he can get his share. I wonder sometimes if he even has a clue. (sigh) Melanie (my sis) and I have been talking about several living combinations...one including them staying here in a downstairs apt. They'd rather stay in their home (who wouldn't??) and Mel says she would live with them so that we could get income by renting out the trailer where she lives now. Golly! I HATE talking things like this, but it's reality even though I hate it. :*(
Which brings me up to something that's been on my mind and heart a LOT lately. I've faced the fact that I'm going to be devastated when dad dies..even now..it's hard to keep the tears from falling. Death is a part of life, but it sucks. He's the only one I "mentally and emotionally" connect with and I'm not sure what I'll do w/o him. Yes, I'm a survivor, but I know that I won't be able to do it without help. So, for those of you who read this...please pray that someone who suits me best comes along soon, won't you? As much as I hate to admit it, I need someone to lean on this time......
