Ma,
Aunt Elaine was transferred to a rehab on Thursday. For some reason I had it in my head that if she didn't come home by Friday, we'd tell a grownup because getting through the weekend would just be going too far on our own or something. I don't know - something about school and having a set routine and knowing what we're supposed to do made it feel kind of okay.
But Aunt Elaine didn't get discharged Friday from rehab. Every day we go visit and every day I ask her if they've said what day she gets to leave. She doesn't know. She can walk with a walker now, so I wonder how much better they need her to get there before she can come home.
Tonight we had a Sunday dinner with not my favorite fire family - they have a mutt dog that's really friendly. Good thing the dog was friendly because these are not my favorite people. They kept talking about other people they both know with each other and not really talking to us.
It's been raining a lot and I've been wearing my new raincoat everywhere - my love for it runs deep (it's green). Alex is angry that she gets hand-me-downs mostly and not new stuff. I couldn't think of anything to say to make her feel better so I just told her I'm sorry it bothers her.
Love,
Sam
1 comment:
Sam -
Sounds like you held it together this weekend. Who did you have dinner with? Another "fire family"? I think it's rude that they didn't include you.
You should post a pic or a link to your raincoat. I bet it's cool.
We had the fun of my oldest, Alyssa, barfing at 4am Sunday morning. Between that and the cold rainy/snowy weather, we hibernated and goofed off with one another.
I enjoy and look forward to your posts.
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