A sweet, though almost hectic day. Church wonderful as usual (I adore the Anglican service), good visit with my mom, arriving after she'd had company from church folks and my cousin. My socially-minded mother does love being around folks. One way we're very different.
Odd thing, though. I talked on the phone today with two people who are friends of hers. One is her retired next-door neighbor, who she's harbored a long-running annoyance with (unknown to him) about how he cuts his yard. Personally I think he's nice as can be. Anyway, he called me today to ask about Mom, having heard some updates from her other neighbors, but wanted to hear it from me. He began to talk about Mom in the past-tense, knowing she's still with us, but still referring to her as if she's already gone. And with another person she used to go to church with, the same thing happened. That woman had been invited months ago by my mom to have Thanksgiving with her (yeah, I know). I called her to tell her, obviously that Mom has to cancel. She wasn't aware of the stroke, and as we talked, she said she hopes to meet me and my family before there's any funeral. What?
Not a big deal to me, but curious just the same. I realize folks don't always hear what's being said. I'm guilty of that all the time.
Resting now, thinking about stuff. Feeling a glimmer of sanity here and there. Took on the chore of watching our priest's farmlife over Thanksgiving, in addition to us being responsible for another church member's house as well. Must make a pie chart to help me keep up, but it'd only make me think of Thanksgiving, so would be a fruitless exercise. Glad fourth son will be doing the second job, actually staying overnights. My head was mildly spinning thinking about how I need a secretary to help me organize things. But considering my mom's health now, these busy chores are so minor. Might make me mildly goofy-headed, but it's just busyness. In the midst of life and death, fussing about the details just doesn't make any sense.
