my feet at the lake
Sunday we went to visit my father in law who is something of a hermit who lives on a beautiful property in a cove of a popular lake in north Georgia. He has two deep water (30 ft) docks and a couple of boats , but he is so depressed that he doesn't use any of it. Without going in to the family drama history, there was a time when he had little to do with his kids, but my husband (the baby) still reached out to him on the phone a few times a year. Then, in the last two years he has become depressed and lonely, and called us for help. He couldn't see well enough to drive or get groceries. So we started visiting him and taking care of things and then the other kids became involved. He won't budge on leaving the property, and he is anti going to the doctor though he would probably be put in the hospital immediately. It is a blessing that this family is pulling together.
We visit almost twice a month and it's an all day affair which has become tough since our dog needs insulin every 12 hours. We may have to take her with us when it starts getting dark early this fall, but she's blind so that might freak her out. When we visit I like to take walks through the neighborhood (these are in the foothills) or I'll go down and sit down on the dock and just look at the lake. Occasionally , we see deer or rabbits. It's also about an hour and a half drive for us, so there is plenty of one on one time for my husband and me.
Food is sometimes an issue, so that is a challenge for me. But family over rules my food issues in that I need to be there. I have to plan and I have to prepare for this. There is the gauntlet of fast food places that we pass that my husband wants to visit (well, I do too sometimes.) There is the table laden with chocolates and candy and the counters of cookies / pastries that my sister in law buys and my father in law nibbles at. He prefers coffee and cigs. I get to practice, practice , practice to manage my food issues on these visits.
I know his dad wants us to enjoy the lake, so I made a point of doing it this year. I'd bought a big round float ($7.68 at Publix) and got in the water this week. The currents had me floating out in to deeper water, so we got a long rope and tied my float to the dock. I was then in float heaven in still like 30 foot deep water. I float better than I swim, but I was calm and peaceful...magic. My husband wanted to visit with his dad, so I had some alone time. Just me , my float, and a big stick that I used to 'paddle' with and reach out to the dock to push me along. I got a great upper body workout that day. All the boating people waved, it is a cliche'. It was an overcast day or else I would have been as red as the Red Lobster sign.
My husband pulled me out (muddy banks) and then I changed clothes in the storage shed and threw my wet things and towels in to a big plastic bag. When we got home I was so tired and the wet things were stinky with lake water, so I left them by the hose outside to rinse off before I put them in the washer the next day. The perfect outfit for lake 'swimming'.
Here's the oops. I forgot that I'd agreed to put out a bag of donated items to be picked up by one of the local charities. Tuesday I noticed the little charity receipt that said they'd been there and at the time I was thinking "Darn , I totally forgot to put out the donations." Today, I'm driving to the dentist (3 days later) and it suddenly occurs to me that my stinky , wet lake things are gone! OMG! I 'donated' the wet lake things to the charity. I'm so embarrassed. I'm going to call them and explain / apologize in the morning. Hopefully, they will wash and keep them. They got 2 good beach towels, a big girl bra, my swim tank/shorts, and an old pair / but still good Sauconey tennis shoes.)
oh and I paid my credit card payment to Comcast in error.....I need to focus