Had a wonderful day today. Sort of. It started good. We took a ride down to the Wedge again because the waves were supposed to be pretty big. I’ve given up trying to photograph them. Since I can’t see the screen. I figured my odds of getting something good would be to just film the waves. I made several films, not very good, of course. I was going to try to splice them all together, but I realized that could take me a long time. Still, I might give it a try. Challenge myself a little bit. If I come up with something good, I’ll put it on YouTube. I did manage to get a couple interesting photos though:
The home where mom lives called today to suggest we get power of attorney and come in to see her tomorrow. She’s been in the hospital for the past three days. We went to see her Sunday, and things looked pretty bleak. But she keeps coming back. The last three episodes though seem to have really done her in. She is still in the hospital and we’ll go see her again tomorrow. Maybe we will have a chance to talk with her doctor. The anxiety about Mom over the past two years has been very trying on Husband and Son. Son especially is having a difficult time, even though he has been preparing to say good bye to her since he was 6 and called 911 after her first heart attack. I don’t have the same emotional investment. Mom is not an easy person to really get to know. She’s just a kind person, with no opinions and very little curiosity. I guess that’s why they depend on me to do the hard stuff. I dread having to figure out what to do with all the oil interests she and her husband owned. She get’s checks from various places all year round. I think in a year her ‘profit’ is about $50. I’ve no idea what to do with them. I suppose I can sell her shares back to the oil companies?
Son just came in to tell us grandson just witnessed the brutal death of a dog in the street. I won’t give details, but his mom said it was very graphic. Grandson was on his way to baseball, but they were so upset, grandson was crying, so they turned around and went back home. Boy, how do you help a 12 year old with something like that? Heartbreakingly sad. I don’t know what to say to him. I guess there’s not really much you can say. Poor kid. Poor dog!