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.
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5 comments:

  1. Ms. MoonOctober 2, 2015 at 7:02 PM

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

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  2. TaxmomOctober 2, 2015 at 7:17 PM

    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.

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  3. Ramona QuimbyOctober 2, 2015 at 7:44 PM

    This is all beautiful, and hard as hell.

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  4. 37paddingtonOctober 2, 2015 at 10:12 PM

    Safe landings.

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  5. JoanneOctober 3, 2015 at 5:58 PM

    A safe and peaceful rest of your journey.

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It's a weird way to have a conversation. But go ahead. Then I'll find your blog (if you have one) and comment about something there. We probably won't be talking about the same thing--but I've had conversations like that, haven't you?