Well the time has arrived.. I am having my ablation done tomorrow in DC. I am nervous about it but everyone seems fairly blasé about it. It will be the first time in my fifty two years I will spend the night at a hospital as a patient. I am hopeful that all goes well and that I can start resuming activities I have had to curtail as a result of some medication. I had thought that the procedure may be postponed due to the resurgence in Covid. But off I go early in the morning.
Downsizing my home and working on getting my mom’s home ready to sell has really focused me on what is important to me and what I would like my life to look like going forward. I have focused on my books, drawing and art. I look forward to reading the books I have kept. I found I hauled some books around for years and never even opened them. I have shared some of my books with Little Free Libraries as well as the assisted living facility where my mom lives. One resident has asked if I can keep an eye out for large print books for them. I have also been treating myself to purchasing good spices and spice blends for cooking. I love to cook. But I have far too many cookbooks and am hoping to downsize them soon. They are the last of my books to go through. Oddly enough I have found I really don’t follow a given recipe but make whatever comes to my mind.
After I recover from my ablation one of my sister’s is coming to visit my mom. My mom is really looking forward to it.
I visit my mom quite a bit and have gotten to know some of the other residents. I get a kick out of most of them. With the various stages of memory issues and communication issues at times it feels like going down the rabbit hole. I have brought many peacock feathers from work to hand out to residents and staff. They have been a big hit. A lot of residents were surprised to know that the feathers actually come from a live bird. Most had no idea that birds molt their feathers each year.
On Sunday when I was visiting mom the staff came around to everyone’s apartment inviting them to an ice cream custard making demonstration. Mom wanted to go and told me to go with her. I followed her and the parade of walkers to the activity room. The cook gives a demonstration two to three times a month. I learned quite a bit about the differences between ice cream and custard. A lot of the residents shared that they made ice cream with old fashioned hand crank machines in their youth. My mom told everyone that every Sunday when she was a child the family would go to her grandparents home to make ice cream on Sunday nights. My mom has been sharing a lot about her grandparents over the past few months.
Yesterday in the mail I received a package from my uncle detailing our family history on my paternal grandmother’s side. I had tried making the family tree myself but got lost on a few. I learned that my grandmother had ten brothers and sisters but I only ever knew if three of them. I was floored. I also found out a street in Baltimore was named after my great grandfather. I have really been enjoying learning family history and wish I had started sooner.
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