Work picked up steam on the house this past week. The deck was removed, and excavation was completed.
By Thursday there was a hole in my backyard.
Friday morning they were pouring concrete. I haven't been out to see it yet, but will take a look later today.
In the meantime I went to Texas to visit my mom. We had a mostly good time. We chatted, ran errands, did little things around the house, the things one does. It was lovely. Often that is all that is wanted, companionship. Someone who will laugh with you over a silly book. Someone who will sit and let you blather about this or that. Someone who will not tell you what to do.
We went to the ER one afternoon. I worried. I know mom worried too, but she went home and we were both grateful. I niggled where I shouldn't have niggled, as one does. Sussing out changing mother-daughter dynamics can be a challenge at times. It is hard, this adult child of an aging parent thing. It is hard separating Margaret the person, from Margaret, my mom. They may not always be compatible. But as an adult daughter I need to respect Margaret more than I need to hold onto "Mom". That is the hard thing it seems, hard from both sides of the fence.
