I’m not sure how things are done where you live, but in the great state of Kentucky, if there is a mention of even a snowflake, panic ensues. It’s true and actually quite comical. But, now it isn’t just a few flakes that are causing mayhem, it is a winter storm warning. Cue the screaming. The meteorologists are practically frothing at the mouth in anticipation. Me? Well, I would be in heaven if I didn’t have my mother to worry about since it is obvious her caregivers won’t be able to get to her home. The models show this storm could deliver up to 12 inches of snow and then there is another system behind it. Mother Nature is drunk. Someone should probably cut her off and take her home.
Friday night, Brian and I had the unfortunate discussion of what to do with my 89-year-old mother. You see, she isn’t able to get her own medication or fix a meal, so our concern was that we would not be able to get to her in the event of a substantial snowstorm. My mother, as of this evening, will be moving in for, what I hope, is just a few days. She wanted us to move in with her, but packing up three adults and a dog while we still have cats that would stay at our house, sounded like a lot of work and frankly, I want to be in my own home during this snow event.
Can I be honest? I feel like 2020, kidnapped 2021 and is masquerading as the new year. Sure, it is a conspiracy theory, but you have to admit, there is some validity to it. While others are scrambling to buy milk and bread, I went to the liquor store. Today, I will clean my home and elderly proof it along with adding plenty of blankets to her bed, since she is used to having her thermostat at 80 degrees. I already have enough hot flashes, my thermostat will not go above 72.
It will be an adjustment for everyone. It’s temporary. It’s the right thing to do. Please pray for us.