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The Donor is going up at little more than one chapter a week. It's written. All I have to do is transcribe it.
On other fronts, Gloria and I were talking about her unsatisfactory first marriage a lot today, and then we got caught up in Bible research because she has an old Smithsonian with articles about archaeological sites in Iraq and she wanted to be reminded as to what the Bible says about the Tower of Babel. Not very damned much, it turns out. But we had fun, anyway. She has an impressive collection of Bibles and books about the Bible. She's not super religious, but she did find it very interesting to study it for cultural history and literature reasons. I'm not scheduled again till Thursday and she was disappointed. I think I might be the only person currently able to effectively carry on intellectual conversations with her. Except maybe her daughter in Australia. It's not that nobody else could do it, but her son who lives with her is way overworked, and the other carer isn't into literature and science the same way she is. And I put those conversations at the center of my responsibilities with her. She doesn't really need help with self-care or cooking or cleaning (though I pitch in and I also ambush her with dainty little plates of wholesome treats, and most importantly, with glasses of juice or water). She doesn't need someone to hold doors and snap her in to cars and hold her elbow to keep her from falling -- though I do a bunch of that because it's comforting, as long as it's not enough to be smothering -- what she needs is mobility and intellectual stimulation and the ability to make things happen. So I drive her places and I conspire with her to do things and I hang in there with her while she's trying to talk about things.
Sfnal thought -- we're heading for an era when there are many more old people than there ever have been before. What's it going to be like? People keep talking about the advances in medicine that will keep people alive and sometimes healthy for a long time, but the near run, I think, sees that medicine more tightly rationed so I don't think the healthy part can be guaranteed for many people. Geriatrics is going to be the big thing, though.
I have a few days off, and I intend to clean up the front yard and get the bills and paperwork in order. And write the end of the "Good Camp" chapter, which will mean that I have only to finish the "First Camp" chapter, which is the last one.
On other fronts, Emma is sewing Pokemon cloth. Did you know there was Pokemon cloth? I didn't. Oh, and my niece had a baby, which makes me a great aunt!
On other fronts, Gloria and I were talking about her unsatisfactory first marriage a lot today, and then we got caught up in Bible research because she has an old Smithsonian with articles about archaeological sites in Iraq and she wanted to be reminded as to what the Bible says about the Tower of Babel. Not very damned much, it turns out. But we had fun, anyway. She has an impressive collection of Bibles and books about the Bible. She's not super religious, but she did find it very interesting to study it for cultural history and literature reasons. I'm not scheduled again till Thursday and she was disappointed. I think I might be the only person currently able to effectively carry on intellectual conversations with her. Except maybe her daughter in Australia. It's not that nobody else could do it, but her son who lives with her is way overworked, and the other carer isn't into literature and science the same way she is. And I put those conversations at the center of my responsibilities with her. She doesn't really need help with self-care or cooking or cleaning (though I pitch in and I also ambush her with dainty little plates of wholesome treats, and most importantly, with glasses of juice or water). She doesn't need someone to hold doors and snap her in to cars and hold her elbow to keep her from falling -- though I do a bunch of that because it's comforting, as long as it's not enough to be smothering -- what she needs is mobility and intellectual stimulation and the ability to make things happen. So I drive her places and I conspire with her to do things and I hang in there with her while she's trying to talk about things.
Sfnal thought -- we're heading for an era when there are many more old people than there ever have been before. What's it going to be like? People keep talking about the advances in medicine that will keep people alive and sometimes healthy for a long time, but the near run, I think, sees that medicine more tightly rationed so I don't think the healthy part can be guaranteed for many people. Geriatrics is going to be the big thing, though.
I have a few days off, and I intend to clean up the front yard and get the bills and paperwork in order. And write the end of the "Good Camp" chapter, which will mean that I have only to finish the "First Camp" chapter, which is the last one.
On other fronts, Emma is sewing Pokemon cloth. Did you know there was Pokemon cloth? I didn't. Oh, and my niece had a baby, which makes me a great aunt!