Deep Breaths

I just never get tired of posting fall yard pics.

After sleeping in, nice to have a quiet minute in the sunroom to 

read scriptures and pray before starting my day.

Clara's was emotionally hard today.

I arrived just as her nurse was leaving. She'd had an accident and the nurse had cleaned up

but left the laundry for me (which I'd told her I'd plan on doing each week).

Clara was in good spirits when I arrived and I got the laundry started and then we visited for a bit.

I'd made her a sweet potato because yesterday she'd had her CNA call me to tell me she was not feeling well. We talked a minute and she said she was hungry. Emma said she'd make her pasta and I told Clara I'd bring her a sweet potato (which she used to love) when I came. 

Of course when I brought it today she thought I was bonkers for offering her a potato and had zero recollection of our conversation the day before. But I knew that would probably happen.

We opened the mail together and I had her sign a check. Then I got to work changing light bulbs because four of them were out, including the common area laundry room.

Suddenly she urgently called out for help. I went running and she was upset because she was having an accident again. I helped her to the bathroom and to get her pants down and changed.

But it really rattled me. Because this is becoming more frequent and while I'm patient and can be calm in helping, this phase she's entering is out of my comfort zone.

I'm a really good friend and listener and understanding. I'm a good secretary who can keep things organized and pay her few bills, run errands and buy her few groceries. 

But the nitty gritty of nursing care feels a bit overwhelming. 

It was really her calling for help that made me a little buzzy and frazzled after I left.

Sigh. 

But we had a quiet evening at home. I made meatball soup -- perfect for this rainy, windy day.

Nick and Dan worked out together at Nick's gym.

Nick had a date (hangout) with a girl from Brighton and Dan and I watched the Dodgers.

Courtney called and we made plans for Thanksgiving. Marty texted Dan throughout to share excitement in great plays and a winning game, and Chris called to report on getting set apart as a temple worker.

In his blessing he was told there would be people who came to the temple needing love and friendship and his gifts of being able to love and reach out and make people feel special would be important to them and bless them when they came to work in the temple.

The man who set him apart had never met Chris before.

Isn't it evident though that God does?