There was a time when I would rush out of the house to get to mother's place early enough to help with the showering and cleaning and the cooking etc.
It's now more of a slow drag of the feet and a promise to myself that I can stop for coffee halfway. Of course I left in sunshine and got rained on after the coffee stop.
I did pick up bread and 2 litres of milk as per instructions. I made sure I had single dollars for the pharmacy delivery boy's tip because he also puts out the rubbish bins on Wednesday nights.
She was in the bathroom when I arrived. She was still there 45 minutes later and no, I didn't bother to enquire if she needn't help. I was busy making lunch. I was busy making up the shopping list for Thursday. I was busy totalling up the bills to pay on Thursday. I was busy bringing in the clothes from the dryer to fold up. I was busy drying myself off.
She went back to bed about 2.30 and went to sleep. I never leave while she's asleep, I make sure she knows I'm going otherwise she gets confused about whether I've been or not. So I walked home. That's 6kms today. I haven't done that for a while.
My sister rang mother to find out if I was still there. Mother said I wasn't but I had been sitting there all afternoon doing nothing.
A jury of daughters, if I could just be sure I'd get a jury of daughters.
11 comments:
6 kms? I am impressed.....given your age.
Get one of those footpath scooters.
Did you mean to title it "mothering Monday" or Smothering Monday ?
3kms there with coffee, 3kms back with coffee and a couple of hours agravation in between. I have to admit I was plodding towards the end but I'll keep doing it while the weather is nice.
Rh, I'm dangerous walking let alone on anything with speed.
Jayne, my sister is much more hardhearted than me. She lives across the road and sometimes won't go over for a week.
"I had been sitting there all afternoon doing nothing."
Just contemplating dark, brooding thoughts...
Gosh we're so much alike! There was a time when I would rush out of work in a hurry to get home. Now it's more of a slow drag of the feet, because I know he's home. He's ALWAYS home. Never goes anywhere.
I'll be on your jury. Count me in. If you'll be on mine.....
I haven't walked 6kms in ages...not with my 30 year old hips...
Yes, the Lady MacBeth syndrome. All I need is a mug bloke to do the dirty work.
River, have you checked his pulse, with some husbands it's hard to tell if they're still living.
Bad Miles, all those lovely mountain ranges in Tas to climb and you so young and youthfully agile. 30 year old hips indeed. Why when I was 30 I could..um..er..crap I've forgotten.
A jury of daughters would only work if it was those daughters who did the hard yards... not the ones who expect other siblings to do it...they'd convict you in a trice
Oh yes, he's alive. Darnit! Old grumpy. Y'know, he loves Darwin. Used to live there. Wouldn't mind going back. I offered to buy him a ticket....(one way only sssshhh)...he said no....
Therese, three increasingly looney phone calls this morning was a great way to start the day.
River, make sure you book him on a cruise to see the crocodiles, you wouldn't want him to miss them.
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