assisted Living, Dogs, Fourth Phase, Shadow Mountain

Ready. Set.

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Natalie gave me a good Shadow her on a leash every 2-3 hours. I see the point; but, I can’t walk without the walker. Something I have proven to myself more than once. Falls. I just messaged Natalie asking for more ideas.

I am going to try to walk with her while I stay close to the chain link fence. One hand on the leash, one hand on the fence. Might work. It worked. Sort of. I held onto the fence, didn’t fall. She came along. I did this right after she ate, hoping she would need to pee or poop. Didn’t happen. I can do this every three hours or so. Not really a walk, but as close as I can get. Melissa can take her on a walk.

Melissa started her new schedule yesterday. She made Shepherd’s Pie and a salad for my evening meal. She also made breakfast for this morning and a lunch. That will be our rhythm for the next two weeks.

Working on moving tasks. USPS change of address. A roofer to assess my roof. A septic tank person to do a mandatory examination of my septic system. I have a comprehensive list of tasks I need to do. Checking it twice.

Joe’s coming on the 13th. He’ll leave on the 18th. Will be good to have him here during the transition.

 

 

Aging, assisted Living, Family, Fourth Phase, Health, Shadow Mountain

Go figure

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Mary left for Houston. She’ll be visiting our cousin on the Ellis side, Libby Watkins. Mary loves Tex-Mex and has a favorite spot. On Friday she leaves for LAX where she boards Singapore Air.

She spent almost exactly three months. Cleaning the whole house one room at a time, then collaborating with Robin, helping with the move to Elk Run and general house clearing. Not to mention acting as a foster mom to Shadow. I’ll miss her.

By the time she returns to Melbourne in two weeks spring will be underway. If the weather gods grant us mercy, we’ll be feeling like fall.

By some paradox I’m stronger now than when Mary came. I had a tough time starting in April just before my trial infusion. It continued into May and early June when Mary arrived. Now, after pneumonia and the ICU, I’m mentally clear, exercising, and looking forward to the move. Go figure.

A summer of constant guests, friends, family. Busiest this house has been since we moved here. Played a role I imagine in helping my recovery. I also think the physical struggles of July: pneumonia and rehab forced me into a get better or really sink place.

Those struggles also cracked open my attitude about living alone. Even though I feel better than I have most of this year, I’m still very weak. Need a walker. Tire quickly. Can’t cook or move around the house. Not driving. Realized I wouldn’t feel safe on my own any longer. A bitter conclusion, yet true.

So… Elk Run.

assisted Living, Dogs, Fourth Phase, Shadow Mountain

Two Worries

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Two worries.

That Shadow will be unable to handle the transition and I won’t be able to see her through it. She goes out often during the day. She won’t be able to do that. She pees and poops on her own now. At Elk Run she’ll have do both on a leash. I’m concerned she’ll find that hard.

I’m going to try to walk her myself with the walker. Better for her and good exercise for me. Not sure I can handle every walk right now. My stamina has already improved quite a bit. More to come.

 

That there will be glitches, expensive ones, as the house gets cleared out and put on the market. Always a possibility. Most concerning. I’ll have to low ball the price and end up with less cash than I want. This would effect the length of time I can pay my own way at Elk Run.

 

Neither of these will happen for sure. The degree of impact either could have on me though. A lot.

On the house I’ve hired Matt and Robin to clear out the house, stage it, and sell it. I trust both of them. They will do the best they can which is all l can expect. Real estate transactions have many ways to cause trouble. May it not be so.

On Shadow. I will contact Dr. Josy and Natalie (Shadow’s trainer) and get their thoughts. Ginny and Janice will take her on Monday, the 14th, and keep her until the 16th or 17th. Keep out of chaos of packing and moving. That way she and I will be in as neutral a position as possible.

In both instances–and I do know this–I’ll do what I can. The rest? Beyond my control.

Neither affects my excitement about this move. I’m ready, even eager, to go.

 

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Leaving

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And so they leave. Tara and Ajran. Tom, yesterday. This morning BJ. Monday morning, Mary. I’ve enjoyed having people in the house. Not my usual situation. Since Kate died, I’ve lived alone. Content with my own company, and regular get togethers with friends.

Though I’ll be alone for two weeks, when I move to Elk Run, there will be many people around. I intend to guard my solitude, but I also want to meet new people, socialize.

Finding that balance, making exercise regular, walking/caring for Shadow-all critical early on.

After my nap, I’m going upstairs to choose which books I want to take from those in the living room. Many, I imagine.

assisted Living, Family, Fourth Phase, Friends, Shadow Mountain

Coming and going

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Tom left the house about 10, headed for DIA. We had another of our quiet, laid back visits.  35+ years makes for communication at the heart level. So good to see him.

Mary has been up in the loft, pulling books off shelves. A yellow pad has my book title scrawls on it for all 20 bookshelves plus some books on the floor and in freestanding book cases. Curating a smaller library for Elk Run. 5 shelves worth. A lot of books. Shadow accompanies her. A helper.

BJ is here, continuing her and Pammy’s search for a place outside a trans-hostile Idaho. Hope they find something that fits them.

Thought about going out to breakfast with Tom. Nope. When planning to heat up leftover moo shu pork, I turned quickly, my hip gave out. Tom grabbed me. Thanks, dude. Not yet ready to be away from home.

Melissa’s new hours start on Monday. She’ll be here from 3 to 5. I plan to have her make an evening meal, something for breakfast, and a sandwich for lunch. She’ll also do some laundry, help me shower.

Looks like Joe and Seoah can’t be here until the last week of September. Good to see them anytime.

A Dopy Don stiff wave good-bye.

assisted Living, Fourth Phase, Shadow Mountain

Alone. Again.

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Days of many visitors. Tom flew in yesterday. BJ got in later in the evening. Mary’s time here ends this coming Monday. Adrian is in Holland; Tara in Barcelona.

Tom’s here for one of our visits. He rang the bell at the Mayo radiation clinic outside Northfield. All radiation completed. Last week. Always so good to see him.

BJ drove to Bailey this morning. Looking at more houses with Robert. One of them has 6,000+ square feet! She’ll be here till Saturday; Tom leaves Friday. End result? On Monday I’ll be alone for the first time since May.

Except. Melissa will be here for a couple of hours in the afternoon, 3-5, Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday in addition to her regular hours on Tuesday and Friday. Meals. Laundry. Trash.

Mary starts pulling books this afternoon. We meet Robin tomorrow at 2 to go over next steps. After the 16th Robin and Matt will work together to clear out the house, stage it, and get it on the market.

Rock on.

assisted Living, Fourth Phase, Shadow Mountain

Getting ready

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Preparations for the move to Elk Run continue. Robin found out I can have a microwave and coffee maker, but no electric blanket. Also, the apartment will be warmer than I like. I’ll have to adapt.

Ordered my new adjustable frame bed from Dreamcloud. With their premier hybrid mattress. La di dah. It will ship directly to Elk Run.

My new address:

31383 Frost Way, #308

Evergreen, Co.  80439

I love it. Elk Run on Frost Way in Evergreen. Cool.

Also, Robin showed me the final layout for my furniture. Will be cozy and easy to use.

I’ve spent two days now with photographs of my library’s bookshelves. I look at the volumes, decide which ones to take to Elk Run, write them down. A long, long list. Mary will pull them off the shelves and put them on the floor. When the packer comes, she’ll put them into boxes.

I’ll need a second pass to see what I want to store. After that? Donate or sell.

Ruth has selected what she wants. I’m storing it for her.

More on the move to come.

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Amorous Bulls and Hyperphagic Bears

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The nights grow longer. Temperatures have cooled. The main harvest is only weeks away. We’re moving toward Samhain, or Summer’s End. First though we gather the bounty of the growing season over the long harvest that begins in Lughnasa and extends toward the end of Mabon.

I’ve written about back to school nostalgia. There’s also, for this Midwestern boy, memories of coming over a slight hill on a gravel road. Once in a while, during this time of year, a lumbering combine or a big John Deere pulling a corn picker can suddenly appear. Brakes. Gravel dust. Becoming part of the slow procession.

In the fields corn stands tall and green, its ears prominent in their maturity. Row after parallel row of corn. A major crop where I grew up. Alfalfa, too. Not much wheat, the fields often too small. Unlike the vast plantings in Nebraska. Soy beans, a lot of soy beans. Farmers would say, “I grow corn and beans.”

In my life harvest is not abstract or metaphorical. It is basic, predictable, woven into our fall days. Up here in the Rockies fall announces itself through hyperphagic bears tipping over garbage bins and that strange sound, the bugling of an amorous Elk bull. After 67 years in the Midwest I still look for slow-moving harvest machinery.

 

assisted Living, Family, Fourth Phase, Memories, Minnesota, Shadow Mountain

Doorways

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Mary came on June 2nd. She will have been on Shadow Mountain for almost three months when she leaves on August 31st. Her timing was fortuitous. I needed buoying up and her simple act of showing up helped. A lot.

About a month later her presence proved critical as I hit the E.R. at St. Anthony’s and didn’t come home until 27 days later. Mary took care of Shadow and the house while  I recovered.

She and her partner, Guru, have demonstrated with actions what family can mean. Thanks, Mary.

 

We will slip into a transition zone, if we haven’t already. A zone in which I am leaving Shadow Mountain, but not yet; and, where I am moving into Elk Run but not there. Between. A liminal space in which old ways and purposes can transform.

I’m going to let those changes emerge as Shadow Mountain fades and Elk Run comes into focus. Three weeks.

We all have these threshold moments in our lives. Another occurred for me in 1970. My job, rag cutter at Fox River Paper, offered no intellectual stimulation. Which I need. When Reverend Curtis Herron broached the idea of seminary, I laughed. At first.

Later, while jumping into the rotary boiler to pack in the cut rags, I realized. What am I doing? Judy and I were in a bad patch in our open marriage. There was no future in cutting rags. Seminary didn’t seem like a bad idea.

Twenty or so years later I left the Presbyterian ministry to write novels. (Thanks to Kate.) That threshold moment in Appleton, Wisconsin had steered me onto a surprising life path.

What threshold moments do you recall?

 

assisted Living, Fourth Phase, Shadow Mountain

Take That

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Books. Mine. Which ones to take with me? Which ones to store? Sell or donate. Starting this morning with the revolving bookcase next to my chair. Later today. The main level. Only 24 days to packing day, September 15th.

These sort of questions dominate my thoughts these days. Take the Saber Tooth Tiger skull? The human skull? How about those stone sculptures from Angkor Wat? Definitely the Chinese teaware and the sumi-e brushes. Judaica.

Curating 79 years down to a few objects, books, furniture means making hard choices and not looking back. Most of my books will be sold or donated. Objet d’art like the Russian lacquer box, the Stay Puff marshmallow man. Most will be sold or donated.

Glad I’ll be at Elk Run. Second guessing my choices would lead to chaos. Cutting the cord to these things will free me in a manner similar to selling the house. Opening space for my life lived forward.

Moving company, Cowboy Moving. Yee haw.

Soon.