Mom has been sleeping ALOT. Megan tells people she's sleeping 80% of the day, I'd say maybe more. This is the progression we were told about, that the sleeping would just continue to grow longer. It's 7:30am on Saturday and I've just come to relieve our night person. She said that mom didn't get up at all last night - so normally I would assume that would mean she'd wake up earlier today, but really there is no guarantee. I'm tired this morning.
It takes me awhile each day to figure out exactly what day it is. I think anytime you are out of a routine the passage of time becomes confusing b/c there is no longer any markers. I woke up this morning and my confusion over what day it was made me anxious. My mom has been increasingly confused, so my own confusion brought up complicated emotions.
It's quiet in the house this morning. Quiet INSIDE, outside there is a constant flow of traffic and bicyclists out for a Saturday ride. If you have been to my mom's you know the corner. For you others: my mom lives on a bend in the road. This is the road that connects Evanston to Chicago and bends around a cemetary that separates Evanston from Chicago skimming the lake before landing in the city. Because of the spectacular view of the lake it is a favorite route in and out of Evanston. The traffic continues all night long. I don't know where they are all headed...?
I don't have much of a point to this post this morning, but I did want to report that yesterday I bought Birkenstocks! My friend Lisa, in from L.A. to see me/mom, came with. I'd been wanting them again after a many year hiatus and had spent time looking around at other women's feet to see if people were still wearing Birk's. They are! I knew the ever-stylish Molly P. wears them, but I also know that Molly P. knows what devil sticks are, which is to say she and I might share a little leftover hippie-leaning-style-choices. So I looked them all over and tried on a bunch - and bought some red ones! then when I was walking up the 3 flights to my mom's I tripped and fell on my knees. My sister who was sitting one more flight up called down, "Guess they haven't molded to your feet yet..."
