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The Long Haul
17 September 2020
Yesterday was a busy day with Salwa's first solo dressing change, ordering more supplies, chores at my mother's and the laundry. But at least we had good air quality for the first time all week.
Still, it was a reminder that this is going to be a long haul. Hence the photo of the redwood fence, still new enough to have some color but too long to be in focus except for a board or two.
That pretty much illustrates how it's going around here.
On a lighter note, I looked up Salwa's name. It's Arabic for "solace."
When she was here, I remarked on its Arabic derivation. Yes, she said, she's Palestinian and South American (I can't remember which country but let's say
PanamaColumbia).People mistake her for Latina all the time so are surprised by her name. And when she tells them it means "solace" she has to explain what that means.
Nobody has any personal experience with solace apparently.
Nobody has any personal experience with solace apparently.
She gave me props for looking it up, though. Nobody's done that before. Occupational hazard here.
But I can't seem to get Apria to understand that Joyce needs three white foams per dressing and the kit only includes five. So to get through a week of three dressing changes, we need two kits.
They sent one yesterday even after I asked for two. But it arrived the same day.
The clerk this time did mention that Kaiser only covers 80 percent of the cost of supplies. And our bill is already around $400. "Do you want to take care of that now?" she asked.
Uh, no.
Joyce's sister Mary called yesterday impersonating Pollyanna. That cheered Joyce up. She's been down in the dumps.
Today we've had fog and don't mind at all. It's the bright kind, not the midnight total-eclipse-of-the-sun kind. And cool. And refreshing.
Just after 11, UPS brought a tower fan with remote control from Stanley and Audrey1 for my mother, who was suffering during the recent heat wave.
No air conditioning around here, but she does have a fan-only mode on her heating system to bring up cool air from the basement. Which during a heat wave isn't cool, just not-as-warm.
Dan and Alice were visiting Stanley and Audrey in San Diego this week when Alice happened to mention that she brought her own floor fan over to my mother's. Stan jumped on the computer, turned back to her and said, "Where should I have it delivered?"
Pretty nice, eh?
I was raking up the leaves that fell on our estate when Alice drove up with books from Beth2 in Houston, DVDs and Chinese food.
Consequently you'll be spared a recipe today.
We do miss our Chinese food deliveries. We haven't ordered since February. They would get here within 10 minutes. You hardly had time to work up an appetite.
Alice thinks the recipes are funny. "You're so precise with the times," she laughed. Well, it's all time and temperature, after all. And quick, too.
But I digress.
I was talking about all the nice things people have been doing for Joyce and me (you, too, James3).
Talk about solace. It's exactly what you need for a long haul.