I’ve been a huge fan of Amazon since the year I did almost all of my Christmas shopping there. I hate shopping, unless it’s a social event or I’m going to a bead or plant store. Amazon has taken care of most of my shopping needs.
We’ve had an Alexa for over a year and for most of that time I occasionally used it to play music. Lately I’ve been using it as a timer when cooking or a reminder to do something later. Today it was too quiet in the house and I asked her to turn on a radio station and she did. I finally have the voice activated house of the future.
Went for a short hike on Friday. The Wonderful Spouse had the day off and it seemed like a good time to get out and do something when the crowds were a little thinner. The trail winds up a hill behind a local restaurant. I was surprised to find that my FitBit thought that the elevation covered was equal to ten flights of stairs.
I bought a small cart and turned it into a cat stand. I put heating pad underneath and set it up within reach of my workbench. Makes for a happy cat.
I think my Monadenium Stolongerum
Is getting ready to bloom
I’m curious to see what they look like. I haven’t had this plant long. I’d never seen one before I bought it. It hasn’t been hard to care for thus far.
There has been a distinct lack of posts lately. My mom’s health suddenly took a turn for the worse, she went into the hospital and she died shortly after. We went through all of the conflicting emotions of the loss of a very loved mom whose mind and body were failing. Difficult doesn’t begin to describe it. Sometimes the simplest things were the most difficult. Signing the hospice paper was an emotional avalanche. In the hospital or at home, I was there almost every day. Her mental condition deteriorated until no one could manage it. She ended up in hospice house and died in less than 24 hours.
Afterwards was the rush of preparing for a funeral while in emotional shock, notifying people, travel, beds. Youngest sister did most of it.
Since then I wash back and forth in waves of different emotions. Guilt, sadness, guilt, missing her, guilt.
For the first two weeks it seemed like she came to mind from minute. We’d spent so much time together over the past seven years. Seven years of Sundays. Sunday lunch with Mom was a big part of the clock that measured my time. I saved up everything that happened in my life so we would have something to talk about. That will probably be the only thing I’m grateful to Trump for. He was an endless topic of conversation.
I’ve lost my best cheerleader, too. She could be relied on to be happy about every positive thing that happened in my life.
So I’m feeling a bit untethered. I wasn’t aware of how much ‘what Mom would think of that’ there was in my life until there wasn’t the mom-wall for it to bounce off of.
I feel like I’ve lost a refuge. Someplace I could go if I really had to. Someone I could talk to.
I’m very proud that I haven’t yet killed my nepenthes. Apparently they’re proud, too.
My saracenia is doing ok, too.