Waffling on my route…

It looks like rain in the forecast the entire drive up to Seattle, with a need for at least carrying chains throughout a few sections.  These storms have been relentless!  One thing’s for sure, the coast route is a no-go, I’ll never make it.  My truck will make it through the worst of it all, at the expense of being exhausted (or useless) by the time I get up there.

I have a voucher for Amtrak that I was considering until that train got stuck near Eugene for 3 days, so that’s out.  Looks like I might just have to book a flight?  Which eliminates a good portion of my adventure I’ve been looking forward to.

Another thing just came up too, another one of my mom’s friends passed away and the funeral is here in Marin.  Her son just got ahold of me, we were good friends and I just adored his mom.  Our mom’s were late 50’s Stewardesses together and roommates, my mom was the only person in her wedding party as maid of honor.  Leave it to my mom to wear a red dress, yes, that’s how she rolls.  The son and I used to joke that we suffered from the fact our parents will always be hotter than us.

That funeral is 2 days before I need to be in Seattle for my adopted grandma shift, I’m considering having my mom come up here first so I can take her.  She doesn’t travel well anymore, and I can’t emphasis enough the stress right before I go when I was looking forward to this trip!  To be replaced with yet another funeral, ugh.  Still, I hate to miss it or have my mom miss it.

What worries me most is when I called my mom to tell her, she had no idea who I was talking about?  She seemed almost happy, so a few minutes into the conversation I said, “Do you know what I just said?” She said yes, that someone she didn’t know had just died.   I said, “Mom, it’s L, remember you were roommates and you were in her wedding?”  She said, “Oh yes, but that’s not her name.”  I said, “It’s L & D, remember?”  She said again she remembered but the names were wrong.  I hung up and called my brother, some of her memory came back when he was talking to her.

When I talked to her again she said I must have woken her up from a nap while she was still half asleep.  I’m aware that the time is near for her, maybe not death but the end of her mind.  I’m trying to get in as much as I can before I’m the caregiver, a role I never was meant for but I seem to be regardless by sheer fact I’m a woman.  The last time she spoke to her friend L, L had no memory of my mom either.  That was years ago 🙁

I can’t think of any of my peers who have both parents alive still?  Both of my parents are still alive, they’ve been divorced forever.  One of these days I’ll write about my dad, for now I’ll just say that I can empathize with Megan Markle & I can’t say it gets better.  My parents sure were a good looking couple, they looked like movie stars when I was little.  I had to forge my own road and go the tomboy route to survive…kidding.  I certainly missed basic training in the women department!

I know, I was hoping for a blog full of pretty pictures of my I-5 journey too.  Sorry about that, life & the weather are not cooperating with me.  As hard as it was, I was there non-stop for my mom’s friend F when she was dying and learned so much about that – I wouldn’t have missed it.  I’m so looking forward to a birth!  The older I get, the more I see it’s not that different.  My mom keeps saying, “It’s called life.”

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