On busy, busy, busy.

Busy woman trying to juggle daily obligations.

The following blog post is a rambling recounting of the past week. I want to apologize from the outset for the lack of cohesion. Another issue is the lack of a strong internet connection from where I’m posting from. This post will likely lack media as well.

My nephew Jack graduated from fifth grade a week ago. It was an adorable ceremony, and it was short and sweet and to the point. My nephew Jimmy also had his graduation party and it was a roaring success.

I met with my dissertation support group. It’s hard having meetings at six o’clock in the morning, but that makes it’s 11 am in Ireland and I’m the only one not in the country. I send out the invite via Zoom, which would normally be no problem, but the internet at my parents’ house sucks. They live kind of in the middle of nowhere; they have to have a satellite dish for their cable. It all worked out well and it was delightful talking to my classmates. Everyone’s so talented and supportive. I just need to get some writing done.

It’s storming here, which makes the already dodgy internet even worse. Impatience is my worst quality, for sure.

I’m having trouble sleeping, which is annoying because I make these big plans to go running and make breakfast and sit out on my parents’ front porch and sip coffee. I always end up sleeping in. At least I performed some manual labor when I helped Dad move furniture. Their church is having an auction and Dad volunteered to help gather donations. We loaded up a coach, a recliner, a table and chairs, a couple of televisions, a desk, and some random, kitschy items. For myself, I snagged an intriguing unauthorized biography of Frank Sinatra. I want to read some fiction; it’s been mostly nonfiction lately and I don’t think that’s helping me be inspired.

I went to Melbourne with Maddie and Missy so Maddie could attend her physical therapy and occupational therapy sessions. Missy had plans to try out a new hotel for a better price, but when we showed up, it was clear she’d made a mistake. The hotel wasn’t really handicap accessible and the hallways were cramped and narrow. There was a weird, pervasive smell and there was furniture leaning against the hallway walls. Once we were in the room, we noted the stained carpet and shabby couch. We turned around and left, booking the two nights at the hotel Missy stayed at last week. That was a lovely experience.

But we were bored Monday. Maddie finishes therapy at 10 am, and we’re back at the hotel by 10:30 am. I didn’t bring my laptop or anything to read. Neither of us brought our laptops to binge watch anything. I ended up flipping mindlessly through basic channels and eating snacks I purchased from the lobby just so I could take a walk.

I’m excited to head back to New Jersey next week.

Miracle Maddie

Maddie Girl’s been having another string of good days. She’s been working hard at therapy, and I’ve been blessed enough to be able to work on her MNRI therapy with her. I drive to Missy’s house around three times a week and go through the exercises part of her home care plan. I get to talk to her and work with her, and it’s amazing. At the MNRI conference I attended about a month ago, one of the therapists told me how I’d be able to tell Maddie what I was able to do for her when we’re celebrating her wedding day. That made me sob.

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