My mother is in a new place, figuratively and literally. After her fall, and broken pelvis, everything has changed. In her temporary respite facility, fears and concerns are close, especially in the middle of the night.
Mom worries she might have to put the cat down if unable to care for her. Fleur is old and arthritic. Accustomed to a warm lap with plenty of attention. Mom often said “we’re two old ladies growing old together”. And now one old lady is not there and the other old lady is confused. And lonely, I assume. The good people of her village are very much present. Offering help of every kind. We are so grateful.
Covid 19 is game changer. The Doctor’s appointment will be by phone. I have been given the rules. “One phone call, be sure she is waiting by the phone, we will not call around tracking anyone down”. I let it go.
I arrive there soon. Under quarantine for 14 days, in our little cottage by the river, near where I grew up. When I re-emerg it will be to take Mom home, where she will be welcomed by one old lady… purring at her feet.
Flighty, Fickle & FINE 