My father was moved to a hospice facility last night. It’s the same facility my mother went to in February 2023.
That’s not the cosmic coincidence the title of this post refers to.
He is in the same room. He’s in the same bed.
At first I was completely freaked out by this. Now, after stewing over it for about 12 hours or so, I’m beginning to see the romance behind it. He’s not aware of it, but if he were he’d probably be delighted by it. I’m going to try to choose to feel the same.
Emotional support Lily:
Emotional support Robin:
Visiting Dad again.
Things are starting to get really bad around here. I don’t think my Irish American stereotype heart is going to be able to bottle all this up for much longer.
Random stops along the way on this summery Sunday.
I often catch Robin the Cat sitting in the window, but I rarely catch it from outside.
Less than a week to go in this year’s photo a day challenge. August 31st is the last day… then I start another one on September 1st, just like I have on the last five September 1sts.
I replaced all of our smoke alarms. That pretty much guarantees the house will burn to the ground. I’m just that good at home improvement stuff.
Chef’s kiss, babie doll.
Just watching the Little League World Series with my dad. He’s really tired but doesn’t seem to want to sleep.
Why is Lowell, Massachusetts so adamant about keeping me out? Gridlock traffic on Saturday morning?
Last night was the opposite. The city wouldn’t let me leave. Gridlock traffic at 8:00pm on a Friday night?
What the hell, Lowell? I’ve always liked you. Why are you kicking my ass now? Jerk!
It’s going to be another tough one today.
Inside the Red Head's Head 