I have been talking for months about going up to see mom. I was supposed to go at Christmas and couldn't get out of my own way. And then all of a sudden, it's June.
The logistics about getting to her are complicated. For this trip, I'm flying to NH to spend the night with C, borrow a car (renting a car is more than the flight), and then fly home on Monday night after spending the day on Sunday with Jess and their friend Catie, and heading back to C for some quality fellowship.
Driving is a lot, it can be 10 hours. And I don't like going alone, and I worry about a car breaking down somewhere in the swamps of Jersey.
I've procrastinated, delayed, and had a lot of other things happening on the weekend. But now we have reason.
Mom's favorite watering hole (where she doesn't get watered but we do) is closing. Horribly sad fact, this local foodrinkery was sold and the new owners are going to refactor it and reopen it. It probably won't be the same in any way and we don't know if any of the staff are going to be hired back. It's probably going to be some sort of fancy gastropub that this part of town does not need, and it may fail miserably. They'll stop serving the scallops that I love. The bar pie pizzas that we adore will be gone. And let's not even talk about the chicken parm.
Initially rumors were that it was going to close June 20th. Then June 30. No one is quite sure. The staff aren't even sure when their last day is the last thing I heard.
Linda and I talked about it and we decided we just had to go visit.
The staff at this restaurant have kept a keen eye on my parents for many years, and since dad passed away (coming up on 2 years now) they've reached out if mom isn't doing well, isn't eating, isn't showing up.
It's kind of like if my mom was active in a church, the church ladies would make sure she's eating or help her if she needs something like a ride to the doctor or an errand run. She doesn't go to church but for sure she's been lucky to find her community in these folks.
We love them, we respect them, and we'll miss them. Until we know where they end up.
Linda and I were joking about "where's she going to eat now?" but the joke isn't really a joke. It's an actual concern. She does not cook, she'll exist on peanut butter and jelly sandwiches on Sara Lee bread, coffee, and Lemon Loaf from Shaws.
She won't starve to death, I'm sure of it. But she's losing her church, her community. It's bigger than just a restaurant closing. This is her connection to the outside world. This is a reason to leave the house three days a week.
I'll get the scallops. Of course I will.
Digits below.
digits
exercise: 12/12 hours. Two walks. Doug & I took Toffee for a walk (humid, hot, stupid, ugh) 35 min/1.48miles. Then to make sure I got 10k, another walk, 30 min/1.11 miles; 11k+ steps by bedtime
blood glucose:
8:15am: 123
5pm: 117
11:30pm: 97
food & meds:
8:15am: phentermine+jardiance
12:30pm: met+glip
1:15pm: BLT salad w/mixed field greens instead of plain L.
6:30pm: 2 nice sausages w/coleslaw
white wine
8pm-9:30pm: a bunch of cashews
10pm: met+glip
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