This morning I accompanied Soni (Kirsten’s mother, who is staying with us) to the local Mormon church. It was nice to be with her, and I know it means a lot to her to worship and have a familiar routine. We sat next to my friend Fred Abaroa. As most of you know, I was a Mormon for thirty years. Some things never change: an Aaronic Priesthood holder showed up late and was asked to replace a Melchizedek Priesthood holder who was in a seat to pass the sacrament, the sacrament bread (wheat today) arrived late and was sheepishly brought to the table, and the bishopric counselor who was conducting completely bungled the releases and callings. Whenever I visit a Mormon sacrament meeting, it’s always a little satisfying to be reminded of the familiar rituals that were for so long a part of my life.
Later in the morning, I took Hayley to watch Ice Age: Continental Drift. I always enjoy time with my girls, and today was no exception. She’s been wanting to see it since it came out. We all saw it the first time while she was at Girl Scout camp.
After the movie Hayley and I went over to the New England Rehabilitation Hospital to visit Kirsten. When we arrived her bed was freshly made, but empty. Soni and Jenna had arrived before us and took Kirsten for a wheelchair ride outside. I missed her, but was glad we are to the point in the recovery when Kirsten can sit and enjoy blue skies and a few rays of sun.
Kirsten’s care at NERH is excellent, which is a HUGE relief to me. The staff are very caring, compassionate, and attentive. They even run the faucet in the bathroom to help Kirsten pee (Why not just put her finger in warm water, I wonder?). And, yes, you read that correctly: Kirsten no longer requires a bed pan or bedside commode; she uses her walker to get to the real bathroom in her room. Progress, I say. Progress!
When she’s done in the bathroom she pulls the little emergency call cord. Which reminds me of Italy. When I was in Italy I could not figure out how to flush the toilet in my hotel room bathroom. The only thing that looked like it might be the flusher was a cord hanging down the wall. So I pulled it. Then pulled it again. And again. The toilet never flushed. Then the phone in my room began to ring. It was the front desk, asking me if I needed assistance. When I said that I did not, I was told that if the cord had been connected to a bomb, we would all have been blown up. Oh, well. I digress.
Kirsten seems to like the outfits I got her from Victoria’s Secret. It’ll be nice to see her in them tomorrow. I think I’ll bring her some food, too.
I’m home, now, and about to enjoy a delicious meal provided by my dear and beautiful friend Rebecca. It smells SO scrumptious.