I'm running to the lake for cookie baking supplies, which didn't get used over Thanksgiving, and tying up a few things, as I can before Christmas.
I need to meet with housekeepers for Airbnb situation, finish clearning the haze from master bathroom tile and gather whatever works for bathroom renovation at home. Organizing is always an ongoing concern for me. Not my strong suit, but you guys know that.
I was going to make a run to Atlanta to visit my late father's ex gf of 18 years. She phoned a few months ago to say she had early onset dimentia and wanted to see me. When I texted her yesterday, inviting myself, she texted back I must have heard about her cancer..... I hadn't.
She was excited to see me, then said she has company and wants to visit when it's just us. I don't know what that means, as far as healthcare needs go, but we're set for a visit in January. I think she's not long for this world as her weight has dropped from a size 20 to an 8..... the cancer is consuming all her nutrition at this point.
The last time we spoke, she was focused on my father and his caretaker...... much of the time. THIS time she's focused on her late husband's decision to give his posessions to his daughter, after using my friend as a healthcare provider with his years of kindney failure and dialysis she wasn't allowed to speak about. He chose wisely, bc she used to be a nurse, mingled funds from the sale of her home and didn't see this coming..... was wholly unprepared.
So, our visit, when it takes place, will shake me the entire time.....
the legal battle with her step DD....
her losing battle with mortality......
the awkward moments when her sharp intelligence peeks through her Southern self depricating feminine charm and facade...
and she shows me her true self, which always happens these days. It's difficult to explain, but I suck at small talk and pretending, so.....
I think we both feel very emotionally naked in those moments.
I'm a little worried, not gonna lie, about the upcoming visit.
Lighter