Living in a rural community, caregiving for one well into her 90s… doesn’t lend itself to daily excitement.
When I look back on days of raising a family and earning a paycheck, I didn’t think that time was exciting either. Yet now I see my best memories tucked within them.
I’ve no idea how I will look back on these caregiving days. I only know this time needs to count. So for better or worse here is this day of my life……
With the husband to hold down the fort, I shopped at the grocery store and the hardware store and gazed longingly at plants I need to fill hanging baskets… but they must wait for payday. Then I drove back the miles thru farmland.
And I suppose it would not be good to admit I took those pictures while driving. OK. I won’t admit it.
Then I entered the tiny town we live in, population 680… and about fifteen seconds later exited at the other end. We feel fortunate to still have a post office.
At home I pulled in the garbage can, unloaded the car, did the laundry, contemplated a new sewing project, then had a sweet Peep treat as I ironed the shirts. Peeps are from my sister. She knows what I like.
Yes, I fixed dinner and cleaned up the mess. But didn’t feel like taking pictures of that. Cooking is not my favorite thing and is best gotten over with.
And I end the day at the place where I connect with the rest of the world… virtually for now. Maybe someday for real.