I'm walking so fast...a not so uncommon act for me in daily life with my actual feet; but I mean this in a more analogous way (I had to look that up and make sure I didn't make that up).
More that I've suddenly hit the ground running with some projects and am feeling a bit rushed. And when I rush, I make mistakes.
All this talking of walking and running exhausts me. I had painstakingly put together my first order from Taterpickle Papers, and then moments before a midnight deadline realized I had not fully comprehended the instructions and therefore had to redo every single item from scratch...in like, oh, 20 minutes. Ick. More rushing and undoubtedly more mistakes; which I will try not to worry about until tomorrow (later today, as I note it's after midnight).
And once again no pictures. Such evil to promise and not provide.
My Dad today informed me "that rather than being returned to his home (he lives in a long term care facility) last night, his wife had him stay with some agreeable Nuns who then in the middle of the night transferred him to his house, without waking him as he is quite a heavy sleeper." That occasionally this happens, and "it's usually ok but sometimes...it's scary."
And indeed it is as it's merely that after being away for an afternoon, when he returns to his room at night he no longer recognizes the building or his room or his things in it.
I agree my Poppa, it's ok, but it's scary. Scary to lose your mind --scary to lose your Poppa.
These items seem distant from each other; but watching my father slowly drift from this plane into the next, has indeed been one of the many things driving my desire to DO SOMETHING and also an inspiration to share some of what the experience is bringing to my life.
For perhaps more than ever before my father is sharing his wisdom and I am finally able to hear it.
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