My grandmother is doing worse than they'd thought and will need longer rehab than the hospital can provide, so they are sending her to a nursing home. This has the whole family freaking out because no one wants her in a nursing home (her least of all). While I'm grateful that it's finally widely acknowledged that she cannot live alone (thank you for that, hospital, since no one was willing to put that out there other than me, who apparently goes unlistened to), this is obviously far from how I wanted to see this come about. If they can get her to the point where she's well enough to get on a plane, my parents are planning having her live with them. The flight from Florida to Oregon is hard on anyone but in her condition it might not even be workable. They've talked about this on and off for years. Ironically, my two aunts live much, much closer (one in the same city) but neither is willing and able to take care of her (she has three children, six grandchildren, nine great-grand children and one and a half great-great grandchildren (cousin's grandchild due Oct 1) and ALL of them live closer than my parents...). Any way this goes looks bad to me at this point. Best case scenario is her living with my parents, but she's already in need of a fair amount of care both physically and mentally (which she denies) and I can only imagine its going to become more pronounced. She has some dementia and paranoia (and paranoia about her dementia, which is awesome). It's going to be bad no matter what. Honestly, I'm not sure what to hope for right now. Getting old sucks.
ON A LIGHTER NOTE... I'm writing some. About 1k into the next chapter and it's ... not got quite the tone I'm looking for yet. I think it'll come together nicely once I get Michael and Sara alone in a room together, though. Just need to get there. Right now its mostly Sara hating all over Dr. Middleton (and... rightly so, but can we please move on to you being in the same room with not!dead Michael now? Plz?). I rewatched The Key yesterday and a few fanvids. It's good to have a refresher now and then. Research, right? Totally legit. I do with there were more decent fanvids that weren't all emo "woe, Michael died" centric. Because... yeah, I don't buy it. Not my canon. So not my canon that I'm writing a whole damn series to convince other people that it's not their canon either. Good lord I need to finish this so I can start planning for Way Back to Daylight. November is right around the corner and NaNoWriMo is tots intimidating. MUST PLAN!
So, Friday, shortly after hanging up from talking to my mother, my grandmother slipped and fell in her kitchen. She broke her hip and couldn't move. Now, my mother (her daughter-in-law) calls her daily, but since they'd just spoken, it was over 24 hours before my parents called my aunt and asked her to run over and check on her. By then she'd be in pain and without food or water for over a day. She's still confused (some of which is undoubtedly due to dehydration, but some of which is due to dementia), but went through surgery for her hip yesterday morning and is doing well. You hear about this kind of thing on the news with some regularity and it's always sad, but it's not the kind of thing you really think will happen to someone you care about. She's looking at six weeks of rehab, cancelling/postponing her trip out here for Ava's birthday, and probably all three of her kids taking turns helping her out for the duration of rehab (if not longer). I'm hoping this serves as the kick in the pants my family clearly needs to insist she can't live alone anymore, but we'll see.
In happier news, we've mostly settled in to our new place. It's pretty great, really. Right now I'm sitting out on my deck with the laptop while the kids pick weeds (so... so many weeds oh my God). Some of the kitchen stuff still has to be moved over and there are three or four boxes that need to be unpacked and I have yet to *clean* the old apartment, but it's a lot more put together than I'd anticipated for this point. There's been a lot of little things we've had to fix - things too small to bother the landlord with mostly - but they've really added up in terms of both time and money. On the bigger side of things we had to buy a new washer and dryer. The old tenants had told the landlord they wanted to leave their washer and dryer and that both worked. They lied. The washer made a noise but did nothing. Unfortunately it was always part of the understanding that the washer/dryer were not included in the rental... it was just good luck to have the old tenants' until they gave out. We went with a new washer/dryer rather than buy something used on CraigsList that might or might not last more than a few loads of laundry. So... that was $1800 we hadn't really anticipated spending yet. On the upside, it should last a long time and its a *really* good washer and dryer. There are some areas I really want to paint still but the only bigger thing left I feel like I need to mess with is the yard. I want to add some lattices to the bottom of the deck so the kids can't get under it (and their toys can't... I'm already tired of crawling under there to get their ball) and getting rid of the weeds/adding grass. Bough a bag of weed-and-feed, which hopefully will go a long ways.
Writing... hasn't happened yet. I've been rather ridiculously occupied with unpacking and organizing the house. But I want to get to it today. I also really want to rewatch an episode or two from seasons one or two as a refresher... maybe The Key and Chicago? There's an element to each of those episodes, a tension, that I definitely want to be channeling in this next chapter. They've been apart for so long - much longer than they were together - that there's some measure of relearning each other (her more than him because he's kind of been stuck in his life in some ways) and redefining their relationship. I've been looking forward to this chapter since I started writing these stories. I'd be lying if I said I wasn't a little anxious about doing it justice, because it will *never* turn out like it is in my head. It never does.
1) Today, my daughter informed me that when she grows up she wants to be a duck-billed platypus.
2) The above was super adorable up until she asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. This made me wonder... how many people actually become what they dream about being when they're kids?
3) I had the hilarious crossover crack!fic idea of Dead Like Me/Prison Break where George keeps somehow missing when she's supposed to take out Sara or Michael or Linc and is like "HOW can this be this hard? I got axed by a falling toilet seat but they're in like... mortal peril on an hourly basis and still won't die." I absolutely won't write it (in part because there's no good way to end that plot, but...) mostly because I have too many legitimate fic ideas bouncing around my head.
4) Speaking of said fic ideas... other than that Sara's mom died when she was young due to her alcoholism, do we know anything about her? Name? Age? Hair color? Anything? I'm thinking not, but just want to check.
5) Haven't seen Vampire Diaries yet, so shhhh...