I'd commented the other day how it took Tay what seemed to be a long time to decide to Play Ball. But today i thought about how different things just take time. Take Time. I like those two words.
This is Alz B's rug. It's been two places since she no longer lived in her home. A long time in the back of the car. And then moved to the corner of the front porch, folded up. There, at least a year. Just there, soaking in whatever weather came and went. I think longer than a year. But today for whatever reason i decided to take it with me to Alz B's son's home and put it in the washer while i cleaned there. I put it on Hand Wash.
At her house it was in the short hallway that was the hub of all the other rooms, the kitchen, the front bathroom, livingroom and what she called her Office tho she never did anything officely in there...even before the Alzheimer's took hold, she couldn't deal with the computer. But she did have a file cabinet. so...yes. an Office. Anyway, it was right in front of the phone too. She was always a little sloppy, carrying cups and plates of food around with her. When i came to clean i knew what she'd done all week. This rug was a bone of contention. I always wanted to wash it. She said that was an impossibility. Her house, she won. But finally, today, i DID wash it. On Hand Wash. And now it's for Tay, in front of the wood stove.
tied some strings. The different tension is allowing SOME weebliness. Some. not sure. and too, if i leave the long tales, them too. Slow going, this.
