“Remoted” – Day 377 (Sunday)

It was another mostly usual Sunday with a lot of the same. There was TV/Netflix, food preparation, and laundry. When Moose wasn’t sleeping, he was emitting his super annoying whining sound that feels like it goes on forever, and we played at least 24 rounds of “wanna go out?” and “what do you want?” trying to determine what would make it stop. 

There was online shopping for picture hanging nails and clear acrylic shelving, which took significantly longer than it seems it should have, but mostly because there are some crazy and medieval looking solutions beyond just nails for hanging pictures. 

Fascinating!

One of the craziest hanging options is a metal arc that reminds me of a curved sewing needle that twists into drywall until just a tiny hook remains. It is as fascinating to me as the time a friend and I hung an entire show of framed works by our photography group using actual sewing needles because they wouldn't leave marks or holes in the painted walls of the hosting coffee shop. I swore it couldn't be done and was proven quite wrong.  

Woven in amongst all the usual Sunday stuff was an emotionally and mentally exhausting twist that really started on Saturday. In between loads of laundry and trying to not burn things that were cooking were several hours of phone calls and text messages either receiving or relaying updates on a health issue my Dad is dealing with after being hospitalized last night. He sounded pretty good on the phone today, and it seems like it’s wait and see until a test tomorrow. Dad's medical team draws blood and checks on things every one to two hours so it isn't very restful, and he said the hospital food is yucky, so it sounds like a punishment. The COVID-inspired restrictions limit visitors to one a day, which is better than none. 

I’ve decided the situation will all work out in his favor. It has to. He (along with the rest of the family) is a bit stubborn and won’t allow it any other way. That's how it works, right? Decide and it shall be?