So Bubbey returned from his East Coast trip on Monday night. Every time I go to get anyone from the airport, I always head up too early. Yes, I use the flight tracker, but I still arrive about 20 min too early. Happens every damn time, and I end up circling around the terminals really slowly, trying to avoid the parking nazis.
While hubs was away, I really enjoyed my me time, but I was also very happy to have Bubbey home again. The remainer of the week was ho hum The new academic quarter started up again with the kids returning from spring break, and of course, on social, we had to state the obvious: welcome back from spring break, Happy April Fool’s, Good Friday, Passover, Easter, blah, blah.
Thankfully, we had Friday off. I lived it up with a bike ride and hike at Deer Hollow Farm with T. Always great to hang with a person who has a nice laid-back approach to things. He is really enjoying retirement, and dayum, I need to start exercising my lazy ass, bc T is in super duper shape with an intense regimen of TRX, raquetball, kayaking, biking… Yeah, I was pretty much huffing and puffing the whole damn time. Ridic.
In the evening, I met up with K. We scoped out an acapella concert put on by a touring men’s group from Oxford University. I had gone to a college acapella competition a few years back at Berkeley, so I was expecting something very similar. Nope, totally different. I could have sworn my friend was jonesing to get the hell out of that high school auditorium, jam packed with swooning high school girls getting all up in the grill of these college (gay) heartthrobs. The weird thing is, in my head, I had a totally different expectation for how/what these guys would look like: goddamn, these boys were soooo young looking. Surely when I was in college, the boys looked more mature than this!?!?! Overall, the music didn’t really captivate me. While I knew most of the songs, nothing really compelled me to get up and groove. On the contrary, I did leave there feeling inspired to work on my karaoke singing!
Actually yeah, one kid did really win me over with some amazing beat boxing at the end. Shiiit, if only I had rhythm, I would be all over that, adding it to the bucket list and all. But at this point in my life, I know my limits. Karaoke is the best I can hope for in the music category. Beatboxing ain’t gonna happen. Like ever.
I finally got ahold of my grandfather today. My parents have been really bad about calling me during the day, and whenever I call the room, no one ever answers the darn phone. Anyhow, he’s doing well. He still sounded a little confused about where he was and what had happened to him, but physically he is gaining strength and eating by mouth. Unfortunately, Dad said there was some discharge coming out of his G-tube, so doctors are worried there might be an infection in that area. Even though he is eating by mouth and not using the g-tube, you can’t remove it until 6-8 weeks after insertion. Something about the tract internally needing to seal so there isn’t leakage…
My dad sounds insanely tired, and for some reason, my mom is staying at the rehab hospital overnight. My grandfather has been unruly, ripping tubes out and such, but still. What can they do for him overnight, while they themselves are exhausted and resting? My father says both grandparents are going to move back home with them after the rehab, but I’m skeptical. I mean, seems like the house would have to have some retrofitting, and my parents would need to hire someone with physical strength to help my grandparents get around. I dunno. Every time I bring it up with my dad, he says they have to first see how things progress. Personally, I think there needs to be a better plan with contingency options, but maybe my parents will also have to gauge their own capacity with providing eldercare. Just in case, I think I will have to do some research about transportation and physical assistance.
I have to say, my mind feels so cluttered these days. I am really sruggling with trying to stay motivated at work. Thank goodness for my peeps at the office. Good people definitely play into the overall equation.