Too Busy

Why are we so busy?

Now that my daughter is off on her new life of adventure, we’re keeping her cat here with us. He’s adorable and sweet, and I’m hoping our cat will like him. I think they’ll work it out in time. So far, they seem to be keeping their distance, but I’m optimistic that things will settle and they’ll learn to coexist peacefully.

She also had a little parrot - a green cheek conure she’s had since she was 14 years old - and I think we found a wonderful new home for him. Some kind friends adopted him, and their 12-year-old son seems like the perfect age to have a best friend parrot.

Monday we took the Tesla to the airport. Every time we drive it, we learn something new. It’s always a bit of a learning experience - fun, but different. Thankfully, our son has had a Tesla for about three years now, and he really knows his stuff. He’s been helping me set everything up so that the driving experience feels just right for me.

The next big project - besides whatever radiation schedule comes my way - will be my mom and stepdad staying with us while he recovers from reverse shoulder replacement surgery. It’s amazing how much we’ve been called on to take care of family lately. Not long ago, my mother-in-law lived with us for six weeks while she recovered from her own reverse shoulder replacement and cataract surgery in both eyes.

Honestly, it’s kind of wild how busy we are. I used to think that once the kids were grown and out of the house, we’d finally have time for “us.” But it doesn’t really feel that way. There’s always something or someone that needs us. I feel bad for my husband - he’s the strong one, so he always gets tasked with the hard stuff. I wish I could help more, but alas… I am just a weak tiny mouse! 🐭