Back to Work

Reading Michael Palin's Diary ( The Hollywood Years) has left me with a sense of guilt.  Why am I not writing on a daily basis?  I can come up with a long list of excuses:  Mom demands a great deal of attention, and tends to sulk when I go on the computer.  Sometimes, I am too tired after doing chores for her.  All the same, the real reason is I am afraid to write.

So, how is my Aged Parent?  She is doing much better, because she found the right physical therapist.  A knew how to get past her anxiety, and make her move.  He did not buy into her nervousness, but would patiently explain that fear made her muscles tense, and the tension would cause her falls.  At the beginning of his nine week session, he said that 'yes, your knees are in bad shape, but the real problem is in your head". Mom opened up and began to work seriously.  She can use a walker, but Ginny and I are unable to get her to do so on a daily basis.  

Perhaps with this record snowfall, we might be able to take Mom once around the first floor.  It's a tough call, because Gloriana has lost none of her Anglo Irish stubborness.  She has made passive agressiveness into an art form.  If PA were an Olympic sport, Mom would take the Gold medal.