Bella slept the entire trip, about 2.5 hours. Didn't budge or whine. Arriving in Angels Camp, I stopped to grab an iced coffee, a bathroom break, and a sandwich for Bella and I to share, eating only the center pieces of turkey and cheese, tossing the bread. We saved half for mom. Outside the car the air was unbearably hot.
|Innocent Bella at mom's|
Mom wishes her kids lived next door instead of hundreds of miles away. She wishes that the kids that lived a few miles away were more attentive. Basically, my mom wishes her kids were someone else. Kids who gathered around her, brought necessary gifts, provide massages, brought flowers, candy and cozy slippers, picked up prescriptions, only until she can walk. She wishes that all her neighbors could read her mind, come visit, make tea and bring cookies. Mostly she wishes the surgery date was tomorrow instead of having to wait until November. Her surgery date has been put off several times due to other people's issues. Her doctor faking a cancer diagnosis, her boyfriend going blind. Come on, people, RALLY!
Another small annoyance was a lack of hunger (post-wls) on my part. I rarely think about eating (do not get hungry) so long about 7pm or so, in a meek voice, my mom would say, "Jan, I think I'm going to need to eat a little bit of dinner." Her blood sugar was near non-existent. I'd remember that I was supposed to be looking after her needs. I'd be shocked back into consciousness by this quiet voice reminding my self-absorbed brain to function. Between the dog and the lack of hunger, I'm not that great at being a caretaker, either that or I'm intentionally doing things wrong so I won't be called on to serve which I've never done before. That's something guys do as in "Honey, where do we keep the eggs?" or "Do we have any spoons?"
An pre-trained Bella could prevent a return to mom's house very soon (at least while mom's alive, and her s.o. can still see out of his one good eye). Bella needs to learn to come when called, to sit, stay, not poop in secret places, to serve dinner, to stop scratching, and to learn English, so she'll eating that cheap carpeting.
Sunday, my brother came by on his hardley. Due to the middle-age harley mystique, I had decided that I wanted to go for a ride on one of these bikes to compare my birthday ride on the 4 man surrey we rented out in Monterey. The harley goes a little faster. The surrey holds more people. The surrey has fringe on top. On a harley, you'd have to wear your own fringe.
|On the bike with Brother Bill|
|The road taken|