Sundays are, still, the day that I visit with Mom. Just visit. No matter how crazy the week has been full up with her care, I go to her and simply visit on Sundays.
Yesterday began with a trip to the market to do their weekly shopping. Even though it was our intention that her caregiver plan meals, shop and cook, that has not been happening so I felt the necessity to load up the frig and cupboards. It was a strange phenomenon shopping for Mom. Her appetite has diminished with age and her palate leans more toward comfort food or crappy food, so my inner teen kind of shopped vicariously through her. This shopping reminds me of the shopping I did as a young teenaged mother, straight out of a Mid-western/Southern influenced, 1950's home, before I hopped on the nutrition train. In all honesty, it was kind of fun. I haven't perused the kinds of Hamburger Helper on the shelves in years and years. Or frozen chicken strips. Or Safeway bakery items. I don't even shop at Safeway very often. But this is what Mom likes and knows, and it was a trip down Memory Lane for sure.
But at home, out behind Shannon and Issacc's home where Mom lives in the downstairs' appartment there lies redemption. So when I got home, and the groceries were put away, I rolled Mom out to the patio for some fresh air. We sat togther in the late summer heat. I knitted some. And she fed grapes from the vine to little Emil. And Ike and Isaac and I picked some sun ripened fruits and veggies for the week. It was a nutritional balancing act for sure.
I think this day fed Mom's body and soul.