Friday, August 29, 2025

     We get along well during this summer visit, working together. This morning, I end up lying on the couch crying and complaining about the stuffed, crowded refrigerator. I had been standing on one leg trying to pull together my breakfast. Too much stuff and I am unsteady. I need to be able to feed myself. I can’t stop crying. Eventually the refrigerator is decluttered and we are tired of this drama. I am feeling grateful again.

     The house is quiet most of the day. We are careful with each other and settle into a comfortable routine. In the late afternoon I sit on the deck and start up my chair exercises.

      Meals on Wheels brings extra food for Labor Day weekend. More food is coming today, and there is room in the refrigerator for it all.

     I do wonder if it is possible to avoid all conflict when visiting together. Maybe it is not a failure on my part to end up crying on the couch.  Maybe this is just how life goes.