Today is the actual day of my parents’ 61st wedding anniversary. We met yesterday for a celebratory lunch. It was a good day, but man, I can see them slowing down tremendously now. I don’t know how much they really enjoyed it as they had to ride in a car for an hour and a half with my bro, SIL and niece in order to meet me in the city halfway between us.
I did the cake and balloon pick-up with no problem - tucked all of the balloons in the back seat of Chloe Cardashian (my little green convertible Mini Cooper) by putting the top down, smooshing them in and then putting the top back up.
When I got to the venue (cute brasserie of a newly-renovated boutique hotel), I found a prime parking spot in front of the place and started to get everything prepped to carry inside. They’d been able to bag up the balloons at Party City, but when I pulled the bag off so that the balloon bouquet could be transported inside, the “6” immediately came untied from the ribbon it was attached to and slowly floated into the beautiful blue sky…bye bye six.
So then it became a balloon bouquet with a bunch of pink and silver stars and a gold “1”…ugh. How dumb. And what a bummer. But I still tied the bouquet to the corner chair when I was led to the table (got there a little early so I could set up the balloons and give them the cake to be served after lunch).
Mom and Dad have trouble even walking the shortest distances now, and once they arrived, even the walk through the restaurant seemed to be a chore as they had to walk down a ramp and all the way across a long restaurant floor to the corner of the place. At one point, I mentioned the balloons, and they didn’t really seem to even care or look at them or barely laugh at the fact that the 6 floated away. We joked that they are 1 in two million as last year, on their 60th anniversary when we had a big party, they got a card that said only one in a million couples gets to celebrate a 60th wedding anniversary. How true that is, I’m not sure, but I like the sound of it.
Anyway, they were fine. But everything just seems like a bit of a struggle for them now.
I’m both dreading and excited about leaving tomorrow to spend two weeks with them.
I had all these plans about getting them up and walking - even if it is inside as kind of a group exercise thing. There are lots of “walking for elderly” videos on YouTube that I’ve found during my searches, and I figured we could all do those together after meals to get the glucose levels down. Sugar Walks, they call them!
We’ll see. My mother doesn’t want to do anything anymore and she seems discombobulated at all times. Maybe…maybe I can do some good?
Even my dog is feeling down today. She seemed to struggle a little bit last night in her sleep and this morning didn’t even want to poop when I took her out for a quickie. I’m going to close this entry and see if I can get her to go for a more substantial walk and do a morning grocery run for coffee beans (I have a new coffee method that I’ll tell you about in the future!) and some fresh fruit and veg to take with me to mom and dad’s.
The next couple of weeks should be interesting.
Oh, one last thing: I heard back from Kind Kevin. He ordered the paddleboard patch. We’re going to maybe try it again! …after I get back from this two week deal at Mom and Dads.
Gotta go pack and prep.
Whee!
GS
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