I’m feeling weird and disconnected from LJ these days but in some ways that feels good because I’ve been much more productive without my internet habit. I don’t turn on my desktop until I’ve done my writing and as a result, I’ve hit my daily word count goal for 16 days in a row! Methinks I’m forming a habit! Finally, a good one!
R was moved from the hospital into a nursing home last Friday so that he can receive daily physical therapy. The transition was extremely difficult and I’m still amazed he agreed to go through with it but I guess even he realized how weak he is right now. He’s frighteningly thin and not eating much at all but when I was there today, the director spoke with him about strategies to get him eating again. She was patient and understanding with his anxieties and negativity, and her kindness brought me to tears. For the first time in weeks I feel hopeful about R’s chances for recovery.
And just so you don’t get the idea this is your one-stop shop for maudlin posts:
R and his friend, S, have an ongoing “discussion” about bringing the horse and buggy back into practice. S, who is probably 55 or so and a little off in the head, thinks it’s a great idea because it would help “green” our city and give jobs to kids whom he apparently thinks are dying for the chance to scoop poop from the streets. R finds the idea absolutely ludicrous and lobs his counter-arguments across the room so that pretty soon they’re talking over each other while I try hard not to fall down laughing. The other day I really, really wanted to whip out my notebook and jot down bits of dialogue but didn’t because I thought it would upset the balance. But then I inadvertently pressed a button on my cell phone and found out I’d recorded a portion of the conversation which has planted a seed in my brain. Now I’m dying to record one of those talks from start to finish. In fact, today they started in on the horses again and I actually fondled my little voice activated recorder in my backpack. I didn’t turn it on, though. That feels a little too Bush/Cheney-ish.
Tomorrow I head to Westcliffe with Zebu and Wildebeest to see my parents. We shall return Saturday. I’ve vowed not to nag my boys about the excess of junk food my mom will provide. Maybe I can form another good habit while I’m there.