Inside out, upside down, and backward. I could leave it right there and have painted an accurate description of my last week.
Dad had day surgery scheduled for Monday, so I got up early to manage a few things before getting him to the hospital. When I got back from my morning run I found middle son feeding a very happy dog a bowl of dog biscuits as there was no dog food in the house, a puddle of something under the washing machine, and eldest son smelling burning plastic from a hot electrical outlet in his room. And oh, the dishwasher still isn’t working.
Hubby was working from home that morning because he had to head to the airport midday to fly out for a week long trip. So we were both on a tight time line and now we were scrambling.
Thankfully Dad’s surgery went well but mom’s dementia has magnified all the preexisting difficulties of dealing with her. The upshot of all that was her yelling at me in the hospital waiting room for taking notes while the surgeon discussed the procedure and dad’s after care with us. Sigh. At least it was not utterly unexpected.
Some days and weeks are just like that and you’ve got to appreciate the little things. Like the call I got from middle son while in the recovery room with dad. He was at the store buying dog food and wanted to know if I’d like him to pick up pizza he could bake for dinner so I wouldn’t have to cook that night. I was so grateful at that moment I nearly cried. Funny how the promise of a pepperoni pizza can make the world look very different.
Not productive week for writing with all the family stuff going on:
Words of Fiction Written: 5,200 words on 3 different fiction projects
Words of Nonfiction written: 1000
Editing: 4 chapters
Blog Posts Prepared: 5 posts for three different sites
Emails written: 30 emails, about 1500 words
Social Media Interactions: 50, about 1300 words
Articles Read (Research and writing craft/business): 0 research and 10craft/business
Web site redesign: develop graphics and new format for Random Bits.
This weeks total words: 9,000
I’ll leave you with a couple new entries from my Writer’s Sketchbook, just a few observations from around this week.
- If blue had a color, it would have been his voice.
- In the bathroom, I noticed my underwear was inside out. What a fitting metaphor for the entire day.
- She was a tiny bundle of mirth and giggles, wrapped in a tattered blanket of inconvenience and complication.
I would love to hear what you think. Please have your share of the conversation in the comments!