|Photo by Little Mountain 5|
One of the joys of driving south along I-5 is seeing the different glacier-topped and snow-capped mountains along the way. One of the most spectacular views is Mount Shasta. It simply sits there, waiting to be discovered, waiting for the drivers to have that sudden intake of breath in awe. It's on the left of the freeway...no it's on the right! No, you were correct the first time. It's so close you feel you can reach out and touch it as you drive.
|Don't we look gorgeous on our new bed?|
I was leaving the next day--on Saturday--and spending the night in Sacramento, as usual. That meant an early start Saturday morning. Most everything was packed and the car itself was ready. I had found the sweet spot for sleeping on the new bed and, except the pain in the hip, was doing fine.
Meanwhile, I had had a root canal Thursday morning. No problems at all with pain. I had an appointment for the permanent filling (it was through a crown) to be placed when I came home in June. As I went to bed Friday night, I noticed the temporary filling was gone. I just had this hole in the top of my molar. Yay! Emergency dental visit Saturday morning. And since there were no open slots, I simply had to sit in the office and wait for a doctor to slide me in. Could be hours. Might not leave Saturday. But wait! I figured if I was home and ready to leave by noon, I could stay in Redding for the night rather than Sacramento and still get to Los Angeles on Sunday (a much preferable day to drive through the area at rush hour). And it worked out! New temp filling in place, home in time, finish packing the car and heading south right at noon! Dog was resigned that she was in the car as she lay in her little car bed. No puking, just reproach in her glances.
Yeah, the fun just never stops.
About around Grants Pass, I realized I had left all meds at home. Doug packaged them up and dropped them in a mailbox. Yay! I should receive them Tuesday.
|Photo by Tom Stienstra, April 2016|
Somewhere around Stockton, I realized I had left the charger chords for iPhone, iPad, and NOOK at home. Doug had them ready to mail but we thought we could just buy new ones down here.
I arrived at my apartment feeling fine. Went out to dinner with my sister and brother-in-law and then decided I needed some groceries and those charger chords. I tried...but the pain in my hip made it too hard to think and to walk, so I gave it up and went home. Besides, all the chords I needed would cost over $40; mailing cost would be maybe $8. Doug dropped the chords in the mailbox. And the next day I bought a cane to help me walk.
Mom is doing as fine as she can do. So happy to see me. Pushing her around in her wheelchair is like having a big walker for me, so we can still go outside and around for a little walk.
And so life is good. Except for Zoë, who is afraid of the cane. I have to hide it behind the couch when we are in the apartment or else she stays under the bed.