Besides the usual busyness of work/farm/work/farm, recently we (the sisters) have had our hands rather fullish keeping an eye on our parents. We have been very, very lucky up to this point - both of our parents are in their early 90s, live on their own, and have maintained a happy, healthy, autonomous existence. My dad, who just achieved 93, has rather suddenly started to fail. It's like he is winding down, both physically and mentally. This has meant that we need to keep our eye on him at all times. This also has coincided with my sister's (their main caregiver) two-week vacation. We put our heads together and managed to piece together a schedule that will have either someone there 24 hours every day or at least be able to cast an eye upon them once a day. My mother is under strict orders to let us know if she needs an assist. She tends to not want to bother us. Sigh.
|Here they are, the cuties, a day before Dad's|
Speaking of oldsters, I wouldn't mind being able to cast my eye on this guy 24 hours a day. He spends his days either sleeping, staring at me (willing crunchy treats to appear in mid-air), bouncing (when his food dish is making its way to his eating station), barking (on sight only, not sound), and gnawing on his marrow bones.
|Lawsy, I love this guy.|
On a more upbeat note, the evening sky was quite beautiful a couple of nights ago. So beautiful that I even was inspired to grab my phone and take a picture. You can just make out the half-moon behind those rosy fingers if you bigify it.