My daughter got a different job. This entails her moving two states from where she’s currently living and working. The last few weeks I’ve been involved in helping her either look for a place to live or getting packed for the move.
I remember when the girls were little and moving was a thing – for a time Ken and I moved every six months. It was never fun or easy. I remember getting up early, getting organized and going until the house was somewhat set up.
Now I’ve been down twice now to help her move and I’m exhausted. Yes I have more health issues which slows me down a lot. Last weekend Ken and I were there to help her with the majority of her packing. We worked all day on Saturday. We got a lot done but less than I would have liked. I say that but her kitchen was packed – except the things she’ll need through next week. Her dining room was almost completely packed.
Sunday we got up, worked on more packing. I didn’t do much. I feel like I spent more time watching tv than packing. She sorted and packed while Ken moved stuff and I assembled boxes and did some packing.
I am once again feeling my age as I help her get organized and ready for her move. I know she appreciates everything I’ve done. At the same time, I’m done and can’t wait for a free weekend again.
Friday Ken and I drove to Indiana to spend the day with Vicki on Saturday. We returned late Saturday. Friday was also my last day of work until August 8. I printed off several manuscripts to edit while I’m on vacation. I have the edits made on paper but need to put them on the computer.
It was a tough drive for me on Friday. My pain level was high and I was tired. We had detours, construction, and impatience. The drive which should have taken five hours took six and a half. On the way back, we came a different route and it took four and a half.
This morning I finished the manuscripts and I’ve been working on bills, budget, and a variety of other things. Sitting at my desk, being organized, and getting stuff done is necessary but I’m antsy to get back to the recliner to enter the edits in my files and work on covers, descriptions etc.
The nice thing, I noticed yesterday my pain level was down. I didn’t have swollen ankles, sore knees, or sore hands. I might even be able to manage to crochet again. I can make fists with both my hands. Now whether this is from the drugs or the inactivity – no clue – but I’m feeling better.
Next on my list is to keep grumbling at the doctor’s office. I have called every day, left a message, and not gotten a call back. If they don’t do a letter for me, I will end up paying for a new scooter on my own. This is disheartening because I really can’t afford the new scooter on my own. I’ll figure it out if I have to but… I’d rather not have to.
Good news for the week – I went to defer my student loans in order to afford the scooter and discovered I’m paid up until February. This means I don’t have to make a payment and I’m not going into deferment. Both good things. Also, Ken is going to visit the girls in October. I went looking for a ticket for him and got it for under $200 total. This is a great price! It makes it much more affordable.
The rest of my week will involve a lot more writing tasks. I am hoping to spend some quality time getting items out and promoting them. Fingers crossed!
This weekend my plan was to run errands and work on organizing the paperwork in the office. It was going to be a quiet weekend spent inside as much as possible out of the frigid weather. This is not going to happen.
Instead I’ve run some errands but now Ken is packing the van for me to go to Indiana. Vicki has an appointment she wants me to go to on Monday. In looking at the weather forecast today will be a better driving day than tomorrow.
This brings me to what would you do for someone you loved – family or friend – when they are in need. My daughter – always concerned about me with my – has offered that I not come down but I’ve rebuffed her each time. Why? I’m handicapped and it is difficult for me to get around. I have concerns about getting into her apartment and if something goes wrong while I’m driving being able to get around. All valid concerns but at the same time – my daughter needs me.
Because she needs me, I’m going the extra mile to get to her and spend time with her. Hopefully I won’t encounter any of the difficulties that concern me. If I do – I’ll deal as I have to. Mostly, I just want to get to my daughter so I can provide the support she needs. Worries and concerns don’t really matter because she is more important than the fear that things might be tough.
It is more important that she have the peace of mind that me being there will bring than the concerns I have over a winter drive possibly being difficult. I know she and I will care for each other once I’m down there.
I love that my daughters have gone off to live their lives. They are doing exactly what I raised them to do – follow their own path. This is the one drawback – they are far from me and it is harder to offer care and comfort when they are in need. I do what I can and hope they know I’m there for them. It is the one aspect of having strong adult daughters that is difficult – they have followed their path far from home and I can’t be there in an instant – except in spirit all the time.