|Always good to be back home
Well I made it back to Atlanta in one piece. Eight hour drives should not be so difficult, but I guess the older we get the harder everything becomes. I stopped in Nashville on the way last Saturday and had a really long lunch with Amanda who traveled down from Louisville just for the visit; book talk, blog talk, general how-you-doing-talk. All is well.
|Traveling duo a few years ago
I had intended to take Mother to church Sunday morning, but we just couldn't seem to get into "getting ready" mode; dressing, pill taking, breakfast eating, and assorted other tasks just kept taking too long to accomplish. I was just too out of practice that first morning on duty so we skipped Church and Lakeview Dining. But I soon found out that you can't get away with anything in that town. (Or can you?)
|One of the Lindamood Clan may have "ratted" on me
|114 LeDuke St.. Built in 1939 , it's the only house Mother
has lived in as an adult and it always seems to need attention.
I suppose the most interesting part of my short visit was going out for a drive each afternoon and getting the required Dairy Queen ice cream cones; one small and one large. Each day we headed a different direction for about an hour or so. The river is still flowing south even though the water is too high to drive all the way across the levee, and the new spillway appears to be completed but is not as interesting as the old one. The old one by the way, still has lake water flowing over it and the newest "lake activity" is to sit in your car and watch the "Asian Carp" trying to jump back up the flood gates to get back into the lake. It is a real shame to see that this invasive fish is starting to take over our beautiful Reelfoot Lake. Rain and high water had cut off our "rabbit hunting" airport camp ground road but the trip to the Upper Blue Basin still made for a nice drive.
"Reflections While Standing Before the Lincoln Memorial" post.) In the book was the card she'd included with the book, with some really nice words of tribute for Mother. Mother's response was typical: "Did Marian really say those nice things about me?"
The book was called "Rainbow." It is a collection of poems, sayings, and short stories. Very similar to "Leaves of Gold," an anthology book of poems that was popular in the 1950's. We spent an hour or so each afternoon reading through this book. The nice thing about the experience was that I didn't have to worry about whether I was repeating the same parts of the book. Each day was "A New Day" for Mother and she was appropriately thrilled at hearing the same poems again and again. I left that book on the table near her chair just in case anyone comes by and wants to see her "light up" with a big smile. Don't worry, she won't scold you if you mispronounce a few words or fail to get the "meter" just right.
Nighttime comes a little earlier now. After a supper of soup and sandwich, a final breathing treatment we refer to as "puffing", and a short look at Wheel of Fortune we begin the "going to bed" process. Details are little-changed from those described in an earlier posting but I did enjoy adding one minor touch. When all is finally done and laying down is just about all that remains, I usually help mother get her hearing aids placed in their nighttime spot. This time though, I told her not to take them out until I had a chance to tell her how much I loved her and how important she was to so many people. I told her I wanted to be sure she could hear what I was saying. This of course, usually brought on a few tears, but she always said she loved me too, and thanked me for all I had done for her that day.
Once down, Catherine LeDuke was quickly asleep for another night. Then I could leave her alone and go wipe away those tears I just mentioned.
Jimmy LeDuke (I'd love to hear from you...feel free to comment below, or click HERE to send me an e-mail.)