Sunday the 13th of July
The air index from the smoke can definitely be seen and felt today.
I have been thinking a lot today about an invite the came from the Riebe group posting. It is a Riebe annual pot-luck get together on Aug. 2nd in the Darwin City community hall at twelve noon sharp. Surprisingly, the majority of the Riebe family line has settled right around that very same area.
I do know that probably sometime this week, I will contact the cousin that is ram-rodding this and send my regrets. It might sound as if the regret is self-serving. Hmm. That would hit the nail right on the head. At a minimum of a two and a half hour car trip one way for a three hour event . . . that is only part of the refusal. We have taken part in this gathering several years ago. Taking in the acoustics for several hours allowed for noise at a decimal that made my brain go wonky. Wonky as in the fact that since the stroke the loud confusion takes a very real physical effect on my stability. The chairs are of the metal type that one would find at an event where they are stored for each what is needed for a group. Having had fourteen sessions with PT, concentrating on the lower back and hips . . . chairs of this type are not a good fit for me.
With all of this being said, I would be paying too high of a price for this gathering. I currently am doing very, very well in my home and its surroundings. Being able to manage with medication for physical discomfort and being able to move from place to place often to offset muscle spasms is working very well. I don’t want to rock the boat. With so many people about, there might be a span of five or ten minutes with a meaningful conversation with any one person. If this event was for either Carrie’s family or Kevin’s family there would not be a moment’s hesitation . . . Grammie would be right there, regardless of what the recovery would entail. Kenny Rodgers, the singer, had a great line in one of his songs: “You have to know when to hold them, you have to know when to fold them.”
As a comparison, yesterday for Dennis’ class reunion, it was a ten minute car ride to the event. The seating was on cushioned support. We were gone from home for two and a half hours. Sweet.
It is very difficult becoming selfish in what works and what does not for just a short time but for the long haul. I plan on hauling this ole body around as comfortably as possible for a very long time.
With that I will take my leave. ♥