Light, heavy; heavy, light
I wrote two other posts today that are of what you might call the "light" variety--not about anything deeply emotional, or about politics or any earthshattering world events. Until yesterday I'd been doing "heavy" post after heavy post, and I realized I need to vary things a bit, both for my sake and perhaps for yours.
For those of you who prefer heavy, though, don't worry--more will be coming, soon.
And remember a while back I said I was working on the next post in the "A mind is a difficult thing to change" series? Well, I lied. No, actually, I didn't lie--I fully meant to work on it, and in fact I have been working on it somewhat-- in my head. But it's going to be delayed a bit more.
Part of the reason is that I'm still very heavily involved in dealing with my mother's illness. For those of you who are following that event, she is doing considerably better: her hand is about 85% back to normal, in my estimation, which is wonderful. Her leg has a great deal further to go, but she can move it quite a bit now, and the physical therapists are hopeful that some day she will walk with a walker or even perhaps just a cane. She finds that very hard to believe. But her spirits are better, and at times she even seems like her old self.
I've graduated to not visiting her every single day, although I still do go most days. She will probably be in the rehab facility for at least a month more. At some point I plan to write about that experience, too, which will be partly heavy and partly light.