Friday, October 2, 2015

Pillville is Mobile

My mom and I are in the air, flying into the biggest cloud I've ever seen. Flight attendants are taking their seats and I don't even care. All I care about is the half drunk cup of coffee on my mom's tray table. Will it spill? Can I keep it from spilling? I kinda gave up on the pool of muck under the dining room table the past few days. The caregiver and I made a cursory wipe here and there, but I waited until my mom was outside the front door in her wheelchair this morning before I got the mop.

Pillville is mobile. 37,000 feet. In the cloud, literally. Then a hotel for the night. Then a car ride. Then my brother''s house. Then my sister and her husband's anniversary party. Then a doctor's appointment, then the nursing home. Then what?

I take back all that about the big cloud. We're in it and I hate it and I have to go now.


Ms. Moon said...

One breath at a time? I have no idea.
Oh honey.

Taxmom said...

Well, there was nothing on the news, so I assume you made it out of the cloud safely. But I was amazed you were typing on the plane at all. Wishing you all the best during this tough period of transition.

Ramona Quimby said...

This is all beautiful, and hard as hell.

37paddington said...

Safe landings.

Joanne said...

A safe and peaceful rest of your journey.