Sunday's Blessings

Number 2 son, Rob, took me to dinner this evening and then shopping for food for Alex and me. Alex and I are most appreciative.

For the past several days I have been feeding Alex chicken that came in a box of food from a church near my Mom’s house. At first the cat who owns me was exultant with the chicken. However, this morning after I cooked his breakfast and cut the chicken into cat-sized bites, he let me know he was tired of it. He made his displeasure known by pushing his dinner dish off his cat dining table onto the floor. The ceramic dish broke, so Alex is now dining off of a tea cup saucer. He is ecstatic with his dinner of dry cat food to the point that he has demanded—and received—two additional servings.

I deeply appreciate Rob’s help as well as all of the comments my Blogger and blog-reading friends have left on my resent posts, as well as the emails I’ve received and the many offers of assistance. That said with sincerity, I feel as if my life has turned 180 degrees: for the past (almost) 61 years I have been the one to give to and serve others, not the one receiving and being served by others. The situation is a difficult one to accept and I continued my search for paid employment. (I sent out another 14 resumes yesterday and today).

I have continued talking with my mom is the rehab center. Her disposition varies greatly from day to day. One day she speaks hopefully of returning to Louisville and her own home; the next she speaks only of the pain she experiences from the three pinched nerves in her spine, which she has had for many years.

Mom also speaks sadly of the death of her dear friend and neighbor, Harriet, who died last week. Neither Mom nor I could attend the funeral—Mom because the nursing home is 50 miles away and me because I lack the gasoline. So, Mom asked me to create a card to send to Harriet’s sister, Betty, who shared her house. I did: