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Sick Mama (28/60)

Pay no mind to the rusted handle bars . . . everything rusts here and plus, I'm pretty sure my dad found this bike on the side of the road . . . and yet, it's the bike everyone fights over. 


Oy.  My mama is feeling sick and sad.

It turns out, I feel very sad when my mama is sad.  Especially when she's feeling bad.  Today was literally 900 hours long.  I didn't want to leave her alone, so my errands to grab stuff to finish a lot of organizing didn't happen, but even so . . . I got a lot accomplished.

Her linen closet got an overhaul (good bye old towels and rags and aprons and everything frayed) and organized.  My dad has taken over the dining room table as his study (which as I'm decluttering I've discovered is also a repository for my mothers stuff as well) so I'm working on that and the big credenza in her living room that's filled with old dishes and odds and ends.  Honestly, I think she won't recognize her house when I'm done.  But I promise, I haven't really thrown anything away.  Just put everything with it's match . . . at least, it matches in my mind.

I deep cleaned and dusted her entertainment center (all glass and mirrors . . . beautiful and such a pain to keep clean!) and got some great little baskets to keep her baby toys (she has friends with babies) in under the center.
Before . . . 
After . . . the difference is subtle . . . 

I also totally cleaned the inside of her car (this is my OCD coming out . . . I have to have a clean car) and cleaned her kitchen.  I'm sitting beside her as she's finally fallen to sleep for the first time today.  Even if it only lasts 15 minutes.  Hallelujah!

The highlight of my day was taking my sunset bike ride through the neighborhoods and paths.  The sky was amazing and the air wasn't unbearably hot.  I felt vibrant as I biked through the pink and blue dusk lighted roads . . .

The sky . . . 

You can almost smell and feel the air and warmth . . . 

And I finally did NOT go on Alligator ally!  Super bumpy and last night there was a swamp.  Maybe tomorrow, but for today . . . a HARD PASS . .. 

I am happy to report that there were no frogs or lizards run over and no snake sightings.  And despite some lighting off in the distance, there was no rain.  I came back wet, but that was from sweat.  As I was coming back I thought, yes, it's hot and humid but the air sort of hugs you.  And today, after feeling quite sad about my mama, I could use those hugs.  So thank you Universe for sending me an hour of hugs (and less frogs and snakes . . . thank you!!).

I hope my mama feels better tomorrow.   I think she will.  But the upside is, this is why I came . . . just incase she felt sick, there would be someone here to take care of her.

And that's me.

After all the years of care and love she's given me, I'd say this is a pretty good chance to pay some of that back.

Here's to hoping she sleeps through the night . . .

(Update:  It's the next morning and she slept well and is much much better! Wheph!)


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