It's happy news and at the same time proves there is no rest for the wicked -- namely me! The good news being that my mother has made sufficient progress with her rehabitation that she could be back in apartment as soon as next week, but more likely the week after. When I left to come back to the UK I thought it would be late June or early July. I will know more Friday when there is a meeting of the parties involved as to the likely course of action. I have promised my mother that I will be there for when she gets back and plan to stay for about three weeks.
Two days ago I was trolling the Internet looking for cheap flights at the end of June and early July -- and of course with the school holidays in the States costs of almost doubled. So financially at least it is much better for us to have me travelling in the 'off season'. But oh the thought of getting on one of those tight-fitting planes so soon doesn't thrill me. I got back here on the 22nd of April, and am only now feeling 'back to normal' again.
Last night I looked again at flights and found a really good deal that I hope to be able to take advantage of when I know more details. So what was a worry about finances one day, becomes a problem probably solved the next -- and I'm complaining about a bit of leg room... the angels must be fed up trying to please me!
All this upheaval goes to show how set in our ways the Man and I think we have become. We've been able to make our plans and follow through with little interference. We go to France in the Summer and come back to the UK for the winter and in the Spring or Fall would pay a visit Stateside. This has been our program for 12 years or so -- except! Except! Except! For two years we were living with my parents in order to help them make the decision to sell their house and find a better solution to their living needs. And then a few years later we were off to Olympia, Washington for a year to be near my son's family while he was away studying. Both experiences were upheavals, often difficult but more often rewarding.
And really, another three weeks is a minor upheaval due to the wonderful fact that my dear sweet mother is able to go back to live in the place she loves so much. My sister who was with her when she received this news described her as being 'all smiles' and that makes me smile, too.
Now, if I could just get a bit more leg room all would be well!