Yesterday was a day of extreme contrasts - we traveled from a peaceful, quiet morning to an evening of POW, as we celebrated our nation's birthday.
It began, this day of celebration, with a quiet trip to Muncie to celebrate the fact that we were able to follow the advice to not visit Mother for a week. Well, it was one day short of a week, but we were still filled with trepidation, fearing tears and pleas to come home. It was a very quiet trip to Muncie.
When we arrived at the nursing home, it was all peace and quiet. Being a holiday, all the offices were closed, and there were no extra activities going on. However, everything was polished, clean, sunlit, and serene. We found Mother in her room napping. She was one very happy lady when she woke up and saw us there. After greetings, hugs, and assurances that we were all okay, we took Mother down to the library where we shared cookies and coffee. She seemed quite happy, talked a lot in her fragmented way, trying to tell us all about her new place ane her new experiences. She seems to be getting adjusted to her new life, mentioning things she liked, and few things that she doesn't like. She said, "I'm getting better, like the doctor wants." We told her how happy we are with how she is doing, and how brave she has been making the best of all these new situations. We are so relieved that she is doing well, and we are so proud of her.
I imagine that there might have been a few tears after we left, but she managed to keep a wobbly little smile as we kissed her good bye.
We then visited with David in the large main dining room. He LOVES his coffee and cookies.
It was well worth my effort of baking them at midnight the night before. Even if the aroma of oatmeal raisin cookies made Don wake up hungry. We enjoyed our visit with him, and then we went to McDonalds for a lunch of a wrap and a smoothie. McDonalds is trying to keep us healthy.
The new fruit smoothies are very good.
After traveling home to Anderson, we both spent the afternoon resting, napping, computering, and phone calls. Don fixed supper at supper time. We had sandwiches and baked potatoes.
He is getting to be quite the good cook.
Now for the POW part of the day, we went to Hoosier Part for their BIG 4th of July celebration.
We had passes to the refreshments tent outside. They had two bands playing during the evening, games, horse racing, barbeque tents...and on and on. It was soooo crowded. I think everyone in Anderson came for the celebration. A local band, The Corey Cox band played during the early part of the evening, and most of that time we stayed inside where it was air conditioned. Then at 8:3o, the big band started, and the seats were in the shade, and it was much cooler. They are called the LoCash Cowboys and are VERY country, but fun. They are all very high energy, are all over the stage, and really throw themselves into the performance. There were many young people at the concert, and many congregated at stage side to dance. It was fun to watch.
We intended to stay until the concert was over, and see the fireworks at 10:30. But I soon discovered that I am not the woman I used to be. My poor old hip and leg began to ache from sitting on those hard seats, and we were both really tired. So we left before the music was quite finished, and before the fireworks began. We soon realized how wise was this decision. All the streets and parking lots in South Anderson were packed with cars that had come out for the fireworks. I can imagine that the traffic was horrendous when everyone left after the fireworks finished.
Anyway, we came home, and our POW at the end of the evening was watching on TV the celebrations and fireworks from Washington D.C. and Boston. A little pow, a little Darvocet, and
good night.
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