I’ve been staying with Aunt V these past few days. She’s not steady enough on her feet to be alone. But today I had jury duty, and had to be in “business attire” at the court by 8:30 in the morning. I didn’t think I could get ready at her apartment without disturbing her routine, so my husband stayed with her last night, and I got to hug Katie at home all night. I’m not sure Katie really appreciated that, but she will when she’s older!
This morning as Katie and I emerged, trying to get her jobs done before I had to leave the sky was alive with fluffy clouds, the undersides of them gray, the tops tinged with pink as the sun came up. I was sad that I was going to spend it in a jury room. But I was also glad for the bit of freedom I had from the overly heated apartment I’ve been cooped up in since Sunday. It’s funny how a tiny hour of freedom has so much more value when you’ve had none for a few days.
I have to give credit to those of you out there that are care givers full time, and have been for years, or face years of it in the future. It’s a hard job. Not to mention terribly boring! I’m reading a good book, “Seven Types of Ambiguity” by Elliot Perlman, recommended by another blogger, but it takes some concentration, and it seems just when I’m getting my head back into the plot the Aunt needs something. And of course she comes first.
She reminds me that it’s heck getting older. Years ago when I lived in the Upper Peninsula I sometimes drove down to visit my own grandmother who was in her 90’s. She’d outlived most of her friends and quite a bit of her family. The last time I saw her she was walking with a walker and still living in her own home on the family farm. She told me not to live to be her age and I wondered, in all the wisdom of a 20 something young person, what she was talking about. Now I see it again with our Aunt. Though she’s smart as a tack she too has outlived her friends and much of her family. Yesterday she started listing people, counting on her fingers over and over again, people she cared about who are gone now. I had no appropriate response. And it’s sad to witness.
Today’s jury duty went well. All the cases before the two judges were settled, so they let us all go! And today is going to be a beautiful day, high in the 80’s with sunshine. I think perhaps Katie girl and I will have to go for a walk in the park before I head back over to the apartment to relieve my husband. We did get some play in already, Katie and I, out in the yard. She had a wonderful time. Me too.


And on a totally unrelated topic, I found a baby turtle in the driveway just a bit ago and took it over to the edge of the pond.

He is about the size of a nickle and was warm in my palm as I carried him over to the pond. I set him on a leaf just at the edge of the water. I hope he makes it.
Newborn and elderly, all in the same day, with a bit of sunshine thrown in. It’s a new day

April 15, 2010 at 12:53 pm
Im so glad your Aunt is doing better. Sunshine always lifts the heart. Diana
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April 15, 2010 at 3:36 pm
Being around elderly people can be quite enlightening at times. Makes you think, and listen.
Glad you had a quick jury duty, so you could get out and enjoy the beautiful day. 80? wow.
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April 15, 2010 at 6:41 pm
We’ve been wondering how you and your Aunt were doing – glad to know she is a little better. You are doing something really special by staying with her – she must appreciate it so much. But we’re glad to know you got a little break today (even if it was for jury duty)! Hang in there….
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April 16, 2010 at 9:45 am
Hey, Dawn! Glad you got out in the sunshine with Katie!
We have lost several friends and neighbors in the past few months (one way too early, at age 53), and the other day I asked a friend whose father recently died how old he had been. “He was 86, but he thought he was 93” was the answer. Very telling, don’t you think?
Loved the turtle….
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April 18, 2010 at 9:45 am
Awww, darling turtle. Funny how jury duty can seem a break. I can’t believe you got called! Lovely photos, poignant thoughts.
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April 23, 2010 at 3:57 pm
Nice contrast, birth and aging. I also love seeing all the shapes and colors that clouds can take. It amazes me sometimes.
From going with my parents to look at retirement facilities or communities, I’m torn between wanting to stay in my own home forever but that means harder to take care of, harder to get around, fewer friends and relatives, or moving as early as I can afford it into a nice retirement facility, where so many things are taken care of for you and you can enjoy them while you’re still young enough and fit enough and can make new friends all the time. Some of the places are really nice.
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April 23, 2010 at 9:08 pm
Ellen, I know. I think I want to move into a community that has art classes, and transportation to theater and music venues, where I can meet other active adults to do stuff with. Cause we didn’t have any kids to take care of us in our old age we’re going to have to arrange for someone to do that, and hopefully the place I choose will have those options as well…
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