Distractions 1


I suppose you’ve noticed the new look of my blog? Isn’t it fantastic? I have to give another shout out to Rae Monet for her wonderful design, and for making my blog look like my webpage. I am so in love with it.

And in a strange twist of timing, I picked up a copy of Allison Brennan’s The Kill on Saturday. I started reading it on Sunday and as I am reading the acknowledgments what do I find but a thank to Rae Monet, but in her capacity as a former FBI agent. (squeee! Sorry, fangrrl moment here.) Oh, and if you have an opportunity to read any of Allison’s work, I’m only partway through The Kill but so far it’s fabulous. It’s one of those books I’m having trouble not dashing out and continuing reading even though the subject matter is particularly hard for me to read.

As for my own writing, I’m pretty much finished editing Private Property – I have gone through the comments my critique partners sent back. I’m going to let it rest a few more days and take another look at the ending as it still needs to be tightened a bit. So I think I’m going to tackle the synopsis today. Since I’m spending time blogging first, you can tell that’s a task I’m really looking forward to – NOT.

But I need something to focus on – Mom has once again decided that she wants to discharge Dad from the nursing home and bring him home, despite medical advice, despite what her friends say, despite anything my sister and I say . So we’re back to where we were in November. In fairness to her I am not sure I could assign Gizmo Guy to a nursing home. But most of Mom’s objections are because she’s having a hard time adjusting to her new role in his life – she is so focussed on him that she’s obsessive compulsive about itand has cut off everyone else in her life that doesn’t agree with her. To make matters worse, my sister and I know Dad will get better care in the home than he will from her. Harsh, but true. We’ve discussed various alternatives – an ‘intervention’ with her friends hoping to convince her he’s better off in the nursing home, we’ve tried to have private discussions with her doctor hoping to have Dad declared a danger to himself and others – he is and always has been a violent man and this latest stroke has removed all social veneer so now he will attack anyone with little provocation now matter where he is or who it is, but it always comes down to Mom has the power of attorney and we have no say. My sister and I have been advised that Mom has to make her own mistakes, and that we have to deal with her as if she were a child and give her some ‘tough love’. In other words, we have to let her fail. But in giving that ‘tough love’, are we dooming them both?

Yeah, I definitely need to bury myself in my writing today.


One thought on “Distractions

  • Marley Delarose, Author

    Sometimes life sucks, doesn’t it.

    Hopefully, things will turn out for the best, though not after excruciating turmoil.

    >Double hug>

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