I'm off to the house of Costco this afternoon. Hopefully before the rain comes down. Then I am here to read to my books from a new publisher (to me). I'm reading about dying. Morbid. No. It's about how we've basically erased the culture of death that was normal for so many years. People weren't unaccustomed to death. They had family at home and they died at home (now hospice is bringing some of that back). Caskets sat in living rooms. Friends and neighbors came to reminisce and offer condolences, bring food and offer support. Now the dying for the most part in America are in sterile hospital rooms surrounded by nurses, doctors and various sundry staff, attached to machines to monitor the least of functions. We ache to prolong the life experience so that we don't lose those that we love, but are we doing what is right? I watched my stepdad come home from the hospital, basically comatose from a swelling of the brain. His brain basically burned out but the controls were still there. It was decided not to continue feeding him - that would have meant inserting a tube. Hospice was there to keep him comfortable. To keep him from pain, but to be home with his family around. We don't know if he heard us, but we included him in conversations and told him we loved him. It was incredibly hard but we managed.
So we're back from Costco and the last of the stuff got into the garage before the rain started. I lit the fire and am going to go out and read when I get this posted. It feels so cold outside. The snow level is supposed to come down to 500 feet. We're at 62 feet. I just want to be warm. Nothing else but warm today. Heck I even have socks on.
So peace to all.