I have really been "chasing my tail" for several days now.
On Saturday we had dulcimer practice and I tried to get laundry done in the PM. On Sunday we played at the library from 2 to 4. I had gone at 1 because I wanted to be sure they had things set up (they did) and to look at the sculpture exhibit that was going on. I needed some browsing and contemplating time and it did the trick. The concert went well.
I dashed home, loaded up my cart that I use for music gigs with the punch ingredients, changed clothes, took my medicine (eye drops) and then found I could not load the cart. It was too heavy. Finally rounded up my friendly neighbor across the street and got it loaded and got to the park in time to make the punch and then man the name tag table for the party. It was a fun time. The food was wonderful, I ate too much and was completely beat when I got home.
Monday I did some shopping for such interesting things as shampoo, etc., went and used a 25% off coupon at Beall's to buy a couple of things and then went to band practice.
Today I went to the home and helped the program aide set up bowling for the patients and then helped him corral the fellows and play. It consisted of a mat with arrows, a metal framed doo dad to place the ball and then everyone got to "bowl". I use the term loosely. The ball was rubber, the pins were plastic and if you managed to keep the metal frame in place everyone got a great score. The guys just loved it. Even Cowboy got into it and then was telling others how to do it. He just has to be the one who teaches, instructs and orders around, even now.
Went to support group at 5PM. Each of us was asked to describe how we managed right after our spouse was put in the home and how we felt. It was interesting how many of the women were just flat scared to death to be alone. We heard tales of children getting them guns, how to use bug spray instead, how to ignore funny sounds in the middle of the night. I am sitting there thinking that I was never scared, I gave the kids his guns a long time ago and that I am sleeping better than I did when he was at home because I am not half awake listening for him to do something.
The facilitator talked about how we should take time to meditate, take it easy and enjoy not having the burden of caring for our loved one. I was thinking about how I dived right in to about a dozen projects immediately and found it very therapeutic.
On the way home I was thinking that I may be a bit atypical. I am grateful that I am not dealing with some of the things some of these ladies are.
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