This is Dada’s last week at his job here in WV, and J is trying to adjust to the new face of our everyday routine. We worked on that this past Monday (Memorial Day) when Dada was at home. Instead of treating it like a holiday, we inserted some of J’s regular Monday routine into the mix as well as some fun activities he doesn’t expect to be doing on a weekday.
It sort of worked. I’m sure that next week will be “interesting” because it’s one thing to pull off a “Dada’s here from work” one day, and it’s harder when it’s a few days in a row without a trip planned.
I have grown used to the horse pills I have to take every night. I don’t enjoy them, but they have yet to upset my stomach so I’m grateful for that. Taking that much iron in one fell swoop is something I’d never had to do before, and I’m slowly starting to feel better, but the prospect of attracting the refrigerator magnets is daunting. It’s nice to not look like death warmed over, but it’s also a revelation to see that not all my physical limitations are the result of galloping anemia. I am, and this cannot be denied or reversed, definitely getting older, and it shows. I am, however, also looking forward to having more energy (something the doctor tells me I will work up to as my body restores its iron reserves to a decent level).
J is doing well. The Risperdal, of course, wreaks havoc on his weight, but that doesn’t stop him from exercising and trying to control the urge to eat us out of house and home. In recent weeks we have accepted that we need to exchange certain menu items…pasta and pizza on the same day are a no-no, and J now put his pizza on the schedule, put away his pasta (he gets fourteen noodles for a lunch, people, it’s not like he gets an immense amount anyway) and has his yogurt and banana chips for breakfast. I make him a salad…he eats it with what can be described as resignation, but he eats it. Today (Pizza Day) is also Fish Day… Very little impact on his waistline so far, but at least he’s learned to accept that he can’t have it all on the same day.
Now that the weather has improved (although we get rain most days) he is also going for walks. Once Dada is home until his next job happens we have planned an after-breakfast walk, our mid-morning workout, trips to the pool, and -when weather allows- walks on the track at school. Lunch will be the biggest meal of the day. We will do more outside, and we will all get ready for the next stage of our life as a family.
We still don’t know for sure where we’re hanging our hats. It looked like Atlanta, GA for a while, but the employment market there is extremely tricky. Lots of jobs, but not a lot of feedback from potential employers. The state of North Carolina, on the other hand, has surprised us…immediate replies to applications, unexpected calls regarding jobs we didn’t know were out there. We are actually quite enthused about this prospect; Raleigh is where I lived with the kids (in my sister’s home) after I separated from the children’s father, and that is where Dada came to visit and proposed to me…eighteen years ago. We’d be coming full circle, and it’s an area that we both find appealing.
With just a few days left for Dada at work, and the prospect of an out-of-state move within the next few weeks we are all getting a little antsy. I look at the house and see things to pack, throw away, donate. Dada looks at the house and sees a messy process. J probably thinks “all my stuff is coming with us, right?” He has realized that there is a great deal of change in the near future, and it has made his anxiety ebb and flow erratically, but we are working with him to help him cope.
One thing that has thrown him off completely…unexpected, unannounced visitors over the past weekend. On Friday, as I opened the garage door to air out the space before J got on his elliptical, a truck pulled up and former aides from his school showed up for an impromptu visit. To be honest, it took me a moment to recognize them…they were so out of context that I had to take a second look. As they cleaned the classroom (one year later) J’s ceramics assignments and some CDs he had left behind turned up. Of course, I had to tell J they were here…I couldn’t not let them say hi…it would have probably seemed suspicious to them… J was thrown by the visitors, and he wanted them (although not in an aggressive or insistent manner) to leave. I think he worried briefly that he would have to resume his old schedule, and -while it has taken him time and effort to become a man of leisure) to leave.
After they went he was relieved, but he kept going to the door to make sure no one else was showing up.
On Sunday, just as we were getting the last details of dinner ready to go, the doorbell rang. This time it was a visitor for Dada. We had run into this person the day before at the bookstore, and he was recognizable to J, but he was also inexplicably here…close to dinnertime. J was, I must confess, very good about the whole thing. His main thing was to go back to his schedule board and reiterate that the events, tasks, activities and ideas he had for Monday remained unchanged. He did this about sixty times…in fifteen minutes.
We eventually found our center. We eventually sat down to dinner. And Monday happened in a pleasant way…
We’re getting the hang of it…again. Another hang of another it…