What an odd sort of day it was – mostly wonderful – partly, not so much. Looking at the good parts first, the weather was wonderful – windy, yes, but clear, sunny and warm. Abby and I took a walk this morning and then went to the last Cedar Farmer’s Market of the season. I stocked up: apples, potatoes, brussels sprouts, carrots, eggs, broccoli, leeks – a bounty of yummy-ness. Then I immediately came home, tossed a bone to Abby (she was happy) and went into the blueberry patch to weed for an hour.
After lunch and a lovely nap, Abby and I went to Yellow Point bog and park – it’s a good three-hour walk to do the whole circuit and that’s just what I wanted today – a really long walk. And so – all these photos taken in the dark woods – and one of a farm at the edge of the park.
My mother called just after I got home. She’s two months short of her 98th birthday. She has been in a retirement home for about three months now and she’s not happy at all. Today, I had a hard time following what she was saying. She’s kind of babbling and crying and – well, I really dont’ quite know how to describe it. I know that she’s taking a lot of pills. I know she thinks the end is near. But it’s hard to know what to think or do, because this has been her litany for such a long time.
I think I’d better plan on a visit sometime in the next few months.