Thursday, Part Two.

Our ADA called: the trial is on. All are ready and we have a courtroom assigned. There's no court business done on Fridays, so the pre-trial motions will begin Monday, then jury selection, then opening arguments, then KidThree testifies. It's entirely possible that she'll need to testify the first day I'm supposed to have the twins. Oh well, I did make sure the twins' parents knew that was a possibility and we'll deal with it if that is how it all shakes out. At least we know the darned thing is going to start, which in turn means that eventually it will be over.

My article appeared in the local paper today. Mom wants a copy. Uh oh. I think I can come up with a quarter to buy a paper, but that means I have to get up and go out. Shoot. I forgot she would want a copy. The copy here is for KidThree's scrapbook.

I figured out where CousinP's new son got his first name: from the park where CousinP and his wife married. Now I just have to find out where that middle name came from, then my nosy cousin-self can rest easy. The need to know just niggles. . . .

This afternoon I got lots of administrative things done, the most important of which was to make sure that the wheelchair place had all the info they needed to get the process underway to get the needed repairs approved. Thank goodness. Of course, our 'luck' continues: tomorrow the wheelchair company is relocating their entire facility. What do you want to bet our paperwork is the file that gets lost in the shuffle? Not to mention there is the possibility that Medi-Cal won't approve anything anyway because our blasted state is still without a budget, this for the longest time yet that we've been in this same situation. Stupid super-majority requirement. Stupid ideologues. Stupid country without single-payer healthcare, or at least healthcare that actually works for the least among us.

This morning I had a good time with LadyP. She has about five memories that run on a loop in her mind and says those few items over and over and over again, with no awareness that she is repeating and repeating. Today, however, she mentioned a memory that I haven't heard before and was very clear in her description of that memory. She also indicated an awareness of her husband's absence, which was unusual; most of the time, she is confused by his absence. Sometimes that sort of thing happens with Alzheimer's--a day will happen where the person seems to have a few more functioning synapses or something. I'm glad I got to share part of this day with LadyP.

Tomorrow I get to spend the day with BabyJ. That will be wonderful, as the weather has broken so that I'll be able to take BabyJ out on a good long walk. He loves to be outside and to watch cars and trucks go by, and I love to walk and to watch him watch the world. Just not in the heat.

The weather continues to be wonderful. I've had the windows open for three days now and have slept with a blanket for the past two nights. I can feel myself waking up, coming back to life. All summer, once the real heat sets in, I'm in whatever the state is that is the opposite of hibernation. It's like somnambulism or something. There must be a word for that and someday I'll find it.

Now off to go buy my mother a newspaper.

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