Happy Thanksgiving to all my American friends. Up here in Canada, it’s just the last Thursday of November.
For those of you who have asked how Mom is doing, she’s much better. She’s been moved to a Stroke Rehabilitation unit just a couple miles away from me and one week in, they’ve got her up and walking the hall with a walker. She’s able to get out of bed and move to a wheelchair by herself where a week ago it took two people to help her. She gets physio twice a day along with other activities. They have a group session where they do things like play basketball to get them lifting their arms above their head — Mom says she can sink a ball in the net every time. They play dominos and other games to exercise their fine motor skills. Since Mom’s hand was affected only a little, it’s not as much work for her as it is for some of the residents of the unit. They figure she’ll be home in a month, if not sooner with the progress she’s making.
On my side there have been lots of phone calls I’ve made and received from family and friends concerned about her, naturally. And from Mom herself — even with all the activities, it’s boring sitting in a hospital room. She’s got cross word puzzles and I took her a couple books, including Susanna Kearsley’s Shadowy Horses and Audrey Niffenegger’s Time Traveler’s Wife.
But those phone calls and the concern about Mom do make it hard to concentrate on my writing. So I’ve been doing some sprints to push my wordcount and I’m up to 40K on Troy’s story. But now I’m more than halfway through and I’m approaching that all important black moment, as it’s so often called, where I have to start weaving all the tails of the story together and it’s slowing me down a bit again. My original goal of finishing the first draft by the end of November doesn’t look like it’s going to happen. And I’m disappointed but life–and family–comes first. And though it’s not Thanksgiving for me technically, I have a lot for which to be thankful.