Hop on the bus, Gus
Again, Gilly noted a slight improvement in vision today. It fluctuates as the hours transpired, but for the first time, they went from being slightly better, to worse, and then back to slightly better.
This morning, Gilly beckoned me to come and see that the roses had finally opened to reveal their yellowy orange hue. I was busy working on the computer. He insisted that now’s the best time to take a picture. I promised to do just that, but I dilly dallied a bit and before I knew it, the rain came pouring down with a vengeance. Gilly returned to my side to ask if I had taken the photograph yet, but alas, I had not. “You better go right now before it’s too late,” he insisted. I stood in the garden and took a few shots through the raindrops, in hopes that I could still manage to do Gilly proud. Again, they're not the best photos, but sufficient to display the product of Gilly’s green thumb.
We had a family meeting with the Brad, the social worker from the CSSS today. It was not a simple matter to gather all five of us together at the same time (I actually tried to coordinate it for weeks), but unquestionabl well worth the effort. After a poignant meeting, Brad offered his card to both children to use at their discretion, and invited them to be present at his next visit. It gave both Gilly and me some solace knowing that a safe, intelligent and caring professional is there, willing to lend an ear to the kids when they need an objective listener. This is truly Brad's forte.
As soon as the meeting ended the fence materials were packed into the car and Gilly drove off with Tamara and Yaron to return the supplies. We have to start over, because apparently, no one wants to build our fence with the materials we have; they want to start from scratch. We were advised to get a refund (thanks for the tip, Harold), and luckily, we managed to do so. We are now going to search in earnest for someone to get this project up and running. It’s a real saga at this point!
I sat down to write the blog, figuring I’d be out for the evening with the LDAQ (Learning Disabilities Association of Quebec) gang for the evening. I was invited to attend the end of year party. Yaron insisted on taking his dad out to Wendy’s and treating him to dinner on the way home (role reversal, huh?), so I thought this would be a good time to work on tonight’s posting, being that I had no reason to cook.
After downloading today’s pictures, I took a quick look at the email regarding the party details and noticed that it had started 15 minutes ago. I scrambled to get dressed, and just as I moved to grab my keys from the shelf I stopped short; I realized that we are a one car family now. The 3 other Schwagers were on their way downtown to drop Tamara off at her apartment.
I dashed out of the house and walked briskly for quite some time until meeting up with a city bus. I must say I thoroughly enjoyed the ride. It was peaceful; I had time to think, and didn’t have to concern myself with traffic. I arrived about an hour late, but luckily I hadn’t missed dinner. I’m so glad I made the choice to go; I was received with such warmth by a group of wonderful, benevolent people who I truly miss. They fully understand my need to step back, and have gracefully and considerately relieved me of my duties.
The one car family will take some getting used to, especially since Yaron will soon have his license, but if I have enough time, and not too much to carry, I think I could get used to public transportation.
Gilly was fast asleep when I got home, pills not taken. I guess he still needs me!
Unfortunately, the blog refuses to accept my pictures this evening. This often happens, and I have no idea why. I'll try again tomorrow, Gill. I know how much the roses mean to you!
This morning, Gilly beckoned me to come and see that the roses had finally opened to reveal their yellowy orange hue. I was busy working on the computer. He insisted that now’s the best time to take a picture. I promised to do just that, but I dilly dallied a bit and before I knew it, the rain came pouring down with a vengeance. Gilly returned to my side to ask if I had taken the photograph yet, but alas, I had not. “You better go right now before it’s too late,” he insisted. I stood in the garden and took a few shots through the raindrops, in hopes that I could still manage to do Gilly proud. Again, they're not the best photos, but sufficient to display the product of Gilly’s green thumb.
We had a family meeting with the Brad, the social worker from the CSSS today. It was not a simple matter to gather all five of us together at the same time (I actually tried to coordinate it for weeks), but unquestionabl well worth the effort. After a poignant meeting, Brad offered his card to both children to use at their discretion, and invited them to be present at his next visit. It gave both Gilly and me some solace knowing that a safe, intelligent and caring professional is there, willing to lend an ear to the kids when they need an objective listener. This is truly Brad's forte.
As soon as the meeting ended the fence materials were packed into the car and Gilly drove off with Tamara and Yaron to return the supplies. We have to start over, because apparently, no one wants to build our fence with the materials we have; they want to start from scratch. We were advised to get a refund (thanks for the tip, Harold), and luckily, we managed to do so. We are now going to search in earnest for someone to get this project up and running. It’s a real saga at this point!
I sat down to write the blog, figuring I’d be out for the evening with the LDAQ (Learning Disabilities Association of Quebec) gang for the evening. I was invited to attend the end of year party. Yaron insisted on taking his dad out to Wendy’s and treating him to dinner on the way home (role reversal, huh?), so I thought this would be a good time to work on tonight’s posting, being that I had no reason to cook.
After downloading today’s pictures, I took a quick look at the email regarding the party details and noticed that it had started 15 minutes ago. I scrambled to get dressed, and just as I moved to grab my keys from the shelf I stopped short; I realized that we are a one car family now. The 3 other Schwagers were on their way downtown to drop Tamara off at her apartment.
I dashed out of the house and walked briskly for quite some time until meeting up with a city bus. I must say I thoroughly enjoyed the ride. It was peaceful; I had time to think, and didn’t have to concern myself with traffic. I arrived about an hour late, but luckily I hadn’t missed dinner. I’m so glad I made the choice to go; I was received with such warmth by a group of wonderful, benevolent people who I truly miss. They fully understand my need to step back, and have gracefully and considerately relieved me of my duties.
The one car family will take some getting used to, especially since Yaron will soon have his license, but if I have enough time, and not too much to carry, I think I could get used to public transportation.
Gilly was fast asleep when I got home, pills not taken. I guess he still needs me!
Unfortunately, the blog refuses to accept my pictures this evening. This often happens, and I have no idea why. I'll try again tomorrow, Gill. I know how much the roses mean to you!
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