This has not been a good week for me. It started last Friday, right before the 4th of July weekend. Both our home phone and our computer went out. Then my 92 year-old Mother, who has Alzheimer’s, suffered a fall. Luckily, she didn’t break anything, but every time she falls (which happens often), her Assisted Living Home has to call 911 to pick her up off the floor. The next day she had a TIA (mini stroke–which also happens often) and I spent the weekend with her, trying to justify not sending her to the hospital. I didn’t want to put her thru unnecessary testing and stress, when sleep was all she needed. It’s not easy becoming the “parent” to your parent.
Our family Independence Day celebration was postponed until Monday, and that was a good thing. But, bright and early Tuesday morning, all kinds of monstrously loud beeping equipment came rolling down our street to resurface the main drag of our large suburban subdivision. Our property lies adjacent to that main drag, so we got all the noise, the dust and the smell of asphalt. I would’ve left home, but I had to wait on the Cable Guy to show up and restore my services. Of course he didn’t come that day, as scheduled. After many calls to Comcast, working thru the maze of computerized questions and being put on hold for eternity, I was finally rewarded by a service call last night. It took him about 10 minutes to replace a part & fix our problem. Hallelujah! Six days without a computer or a phone and I was a basket case.
Today, as I was stuck in rush hour traffic, the weatherman said we broke a temperature record by reaching 101 degrees. It was hot indeed. My trusty Explorer’s gauge said it was 103, and I tend to believe it more than some official thermometer at the Atlanta Airport.
All I can think of is how nice it would be in the mountains right now. It’s at least 10-15 degrees cooler there, and I could be floating down the river, escaping all the problems of the city. Just yesterday my husband, John, was counting the days until our next vacation . We leave in two weeks. We’re staying at a new cabin to us–Sunset River, managed by Rainbow Cabins. It’s right on the Toccoa River and it comes with kayaks and tubes. I’ll tell you all about it when we get back. In the meantime, I’ll suffer thru the heat, the noise and the traffic–dreaming of our North Georgia Mountains get-away.