I left to beat rush hour, left Barbara there until 6pm, when Pam will take her to the airport. Family meeting tomorrow afternoon.
Having some great vegie sushi for dinner, mellow jazz on, going to bake bread, do a little organizing of the papers and notes scattered all over hell from the anxiety of taking down this and that on whatever paper was available ... I am feeling much better, best since this happened. I see progress. The physical stuff, which is what I would have the hardest time with as a caregiver, looks great, I think it will be about her memory, and I think she can paint now anyway, whatever happens.
The one complaint I hear more than any other, by far, is .... I never have time to do my art!
To which I say, you have the time you make, sweetie. If it's important to you, you'll drop something to make room for it. Learn to say No!
But she never listens to me. She makes a face.
So the result I hope from this is, She learns to say No!
