Mowing the grass
Mum spends an awful lot of time mowing the grass. With her knee being poorly she’s finding it hard to use the big sit on mower. That means walking up and down with the small electric one. It takes about two to three hours to charge the batteries of that one, so she can only usually use it once in a day. Given that it takes six lots of charging the batteries to do all of the grass it means she can have one day off if she cuts the grass weekly. Which day she can have is decided for her most of the time by the weather. Today is a mowing day. Yesterday was a mowing day. Tomorrow? Well I’m arguing that should be her day off, but I’m not sure she’s listening.
Is this my future?
I’ve been watching Shadow in her old age and wondering if that is how I will end up when I’m old. She’s happy enough as long as she can see Mum. If she can’t see Mum she gets very distressed. I think it may be harder for her with being deaf, so she can’t hear if Mum is in the other room and Mum can’t call to reassure her. She’s ok if everything continues completely in line with her expected routine, but it really doesn’t work if things change. I’ve told you that she has started to chew the post, but she howls too. I know I’m a good one to talk as I’ve been known to start up if I think Mum’s gone out without me, but Shadow does it ALL the time.
Mum’s already told us that our lunch will be late in the day of Grandpa’s funeral. She has promised to give us something before she goes and she won’t be out too long – it’s just not at the right time for our routine. What she can’t do is find a way to stop Shadow howling. She’s even going to leave a note on the door in case anyone worries why she’s howling – just to let people know she’s fine and just wanting her lunch on time.
Love
Wilma