Hello again
Dam it is cold outside, here on the coast. I realized I don't have any winter clothing, while wearing a T shirt under a cotton sweater. Not warm enough at all. I don't have a pair of gloves. I have many left hands of gloves but missing the right hand. No idea where they went.
And the coat I have is a spring/fall coat. Not warm enough at all
Besides wanting Santa to help me move to White Rock. I really would like a wool pea coat and some winter clothing.
You see, it is not normally cold like this in Vancouver. It is usually raining and that mean the temperature is in the low teens 10 - 13 c But it is -10 c and then a wind chill. We usually get our cold weather in February for two weeks only. It has been cold for a month now. And tonight, when I got off the bus and had to walk home, my fingers where freezing cold. Still not warm yet.
So yes Santa, a winter coat and winter clothing. Even my legs are cold and still not warm. And it has been an hour since I walked in the door.
Thats for me.
And for mom. A point Setta, another warm comforter. ( The one she has now is not mean't for this weather, even though they have the heat on. ) A down comforter and Duvet cover and pillow cases. Some nice chocolate and maybe a few articles of clothing.
That is my list. And I feel really guilty for even writing it.
There it is. Whatever
Well today mom got her leg rests, she is happy and more comfortable with them on. More relaxed, less strain on her legs.
I ended up getting their with not enough time to wash her hair. I will make a point of doing this tomorrow/today. As she needs it done.
I got in and mom was all smiles for me. I loved it. Almost cried. OK I did tear up. Just to see her happy. I made her a nice pasta dinner, which she enjoyed.
Oh yea, the staff had turned mom's Christmas tree lights on and were all admiring it. I put her Christmas music on for her, as she wanted. And just the look on her face, the smile and the relaxed attitude made me almost tear up again.
OK it is or was an emotional day for me. I look around and realize I can't afford anything I want to get mom. Really pisses me off that there is no help for someone who has devoted their life to taking care of a loved one. Who has lost their voice because of a stroke. Has lost the use of their entire left arm. Can't bend their knees or ankles. Is wheelchair bound and completely and absolutely dependent on everyone for everything. And on top of this everyone around her doesn't even try to make an effort to communicate with her. Thinking my mother is further along in her illness than she actually is. And treating her this way. Completely condescending towards her. People speaking to mom like she is a baby, and mom looking at me, with the thought, I am not a baby and one does not have to repeat themselves to me or speak to me as if I was 1 years old.
Anyways, mom ate well and I got her into bed for her nightly spa treatment. I really want to live in White Rock so I can stay longer. It is such a warm and wonderful feeling watching mom fall asleep. Mom holds on to my hand and doesn't want me to leave.
I know I have decorated mom's room and set up a nice tree, but I want to do more. To make her room a Christmas wonderland. Decorations everywhere.
And the last Santa letter I read was real, and wishful thinking. As it seems this one will probably be.
So we will see how the next few weeks unfold.
Pray that it is a wonderful time of the year for mom. And if you can find it in your heart pray for me as well
GOD bless and good night
Kristopher W. A. Schmuland
