March 23, 2003

• Life is different. Life is always different, but today is more different than other days.

  
  

  The War has changed the miasma of our days. It is there and not there in our thoughts. It is unfolding in most peculiar ways, the TV coverage, the worldwide protests, the deep grief, the relief that something is moving now, the utter stupidity of guns and shooting people, our own men attacking each other, the whole shebang....and somehow, it doesn't affect us so directly....except for the deep grief I feel, except for the TV interruptions, except for the pain in  my gut........

  
  

  The daily routine of our lives has changed more dramatically due to my mothers fall.

  
  

  She now lives with us. My nursing skills are increasing, but I'll never be good at it. We are working out a routine that is acceptable to all of us and trying to make her comfortable and at home. It is nice to be able to share the load of responsibility for her with Miranda, who does have some nursing skills. The Florida health care system is shocking. With an acute painful fracture, she cannot go to the Orthopedic doc without a referral, and her primary care doc says he is so busy, he can send in the paper work required in a couple of weeks! Mom is being brave and trying to adjust to her new life of less mobility. She doesn't do change well.......but then, I suppose most 91 years don't.

  
  

  What happened to our sand sculptress? Our weekly surprises were so delightful. Someone has taken her place and their skills are not as good.

  
  

  Here you can see what I mean. We have a woman, but what's with her stomach? Is this supposed to be a large belly button? A C-section? The anatomy just isn't right........

  
  

  We hope our other sand sculptress returns with their amazing creations.

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