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SoCS – The Simplicity of a Couch

Day 342

Today, Linda again provides a place for us to practice stream of consciousness writing. Her prompt today is:

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “couch” Use it as a noun or a verb. Have fun!

Since my daughter has been home, the couch has been the place where she has recovered nestled under her favorite blanket with her family around her.

We have spent time sitting on the couch talking, watching my granddaughter’s favorite movies, waiting for news about the storm and even releasing the tears of pent up worries.

At night I have gone out on the patio to sit on the outdoor sofa to chat with hubby. Bella, their feral rescue cat, takes that as an immediate invitation to sit and be petted. She considers the outside furniture her domain.

When I was younger I longed to be fancy and call our sofa a divan or a settee. Then my cousin talked about having a chesterfield and I thought nothing could ever be finer in comparison to our plain old vanilla couch.

The storm track has moved out to sea as of this morning. We are no longer in the ‘cone’. But we all know the storm is capable of changing at any moment. No one is letting their guard down but we would all love to couch any further hurricane discussions.

My daughter is much improved today although she has been sleeping a lot. I am praying we have rounded a corner and it will be better from this point forward.

If you would like to give SoCS a shot, check out the rules over at Linda’s blog. Take a gander at what everyone else had to say about couches today.


Holding Steady

Day 341

Thank you to everyone who has left such warm and supportive messages. You will never know how much they all mean.

It was an early morning. We got up at 6:30 am to be at the grocery store when it opened. We were able to get water and managed to pick up the last of the supplies we needed. We even managed to find a gas station that still had gas, so we filled up the car.

My daughter had a rough day but was feeling some better this evening. Surgery is on the horizon but cannot be scheduled until later this month. I am here until after the storm and until she is back on her feet.

The projected track of the storm is shifting. Everyone is on high alert waiting to see where it will ultimately go. It is an anxiety-ridden exercise in futility. We are waiting and watching which is all you can do.

The only good scenario for anyone would be if it pushed out to sea.


The Chaos Before the Storm

Day 340

In the early morning hours Wednesday, my daughter was taken to the ER. It was serious. I made plane reservations and two hours later I was on a plane to Florida.

She is improved and out of the hospital, but she is only improved, not well. A doctor’s visit will tell us what is next.

Today I will care for my granddaughter who is a little under the weather, too.

It is chaos here. There is a major hurricane headed this way. The grocery stores have no water. They will soon be void of all staples. There are lines at the gas stations. People react from memory and from fear. They hoard supplies.

I may be here a while. I have the best husband. I left him to care for our grandson by himself next week. We are strong apart, but better when we are together.

Hold a good thought for my daughter. And for us.



Image by Gerhard Gellinger from Pixabay

Day 338

Last night was a restless, sleepless night. I do not know why. I tossed and turned and sleep just would not come. This does not happen often, but when it does, I just succumb. There was nothing troubling me and indeed I was tired, but somewhere in the deep recesses of my mind, something was stirring.

I got up and worked on my family genealogy a bit. I found a few errors in my family tree and worked to correct those. It is so easy to go down a rabbit hole when chasing people you do not know. I found a few genealogy pages from Ireland and England (where the majority of my ancestors originated) and spent some time chasing names and dates and found nothing conclusive.

At that point I was too tired to focus so I started fantasizing about a trip I would love to take. Somewhere distant but somewhere that calls to me. I have not been to a lot of places overseas, but what little I have traveled, I enjoyed immensely.

We have been to Switzerland, Venice, and Portugal. I searched for a few blogs people had written about the places I have visited. People seemed so disappointed in places that intrigued me. I wonder if there is not a certain element of the population who cannot be pleased.

I spent some time looking at possible trips to take — nothing serious, just looking. I spent some time browsing the trips organized by the Smithsonian Institution. They have trips to some common destinations for U.S. travelers and some less frequently visited destinations. I was intrigued by several trips. I am not sure we would take an organized tour or plan something ourselves, but it was fun to peruse their catalog.

If you would like to browse, click here.

When we traveled on prior trips, we had someone organize them because there is so much that we did not know. It was a good decision.

Right now we are not planning a trip. I am just having a little wanderlust.

“I need to move around a bit.
To shuffle my surroundings.
To wake up in cities I don’t know my way around and have conversations in languages I cannot entirely comprehend.
There is always this tremendous longing in my heart to be lost, to be someplace else, to be far far away from all of this.” 

― Beau Taplin