Last night ended in a relaxing, long bath. Because, yesterday, the whole day was kind of surreal.
First, it was my mom’s birthday and my parents’ wedding anniversary. Yes, they got married on Queen Elisabeth’s birthday which just so happens to also be my mom’s birthday. 🙂
There was a plan in place.
The plan was for all of us to head out to my parent’s house and have another socially distanced visit like last time. However, two things interrupted this plan
First, it was too cold to stay outside which would have been the most preferable way to visit. Although the sun made an appearance several times throughout the day, so did every other type of weather that exists in Canada: wind, rain, snow, overcast, bright clear sky, more sun, more snow….😵
Second, my dad had to be taken to hospital (he’s ok but still there as I type this).
Long story short, I contacted my mom when I woke up to wish her a happy birthday when she told me how my dad had a bad night and she wanted to take him to emergency. Seems he had a fall a couple of days ago (he has Parkinsons which is a neurodegenerative disease affecting his mobility) and although he seemed fine immediately after the fall, over the course of the night, he deteriorated somewhat. We had her call an ambulance rather than have her drive him.
I jumped in the shower immediately and drove the 25 minutes over to their place hoping to be there before he was transported away but I got there ten minutes after they had already departed. It was just past 8 am.
Given the covid thing she wasn’t able to accompany him, nor is she allowed to visit.
So I stayed with mom, in the house, socially distanced the standard two meters apart. I mean, what else can I do?
The hospital staff called several times and kept us updated and I sat there with mom basically for moral support. I communicated with my siblings on the west coast, and my sister who is also a nurse was able to assist from her end by following up with phone calls directly to the nurses station where my dad is now located.
They test all incoming patients for covid no matter the reason for admittance, but it takes 24 hours for the results to appear so as I type this we do not know yet if he has it. It’s highly unlikely, he’s rarely left the house in the past year…
We shall see what the test says.
While I sat with mom as the calls were coming in, we observed the ridiculous weather outside her bay window facing the front yard.
It snowed at least three times while I was there, each time for about five minutes. ❄❄❄
Mom fed me tart.
There’s this whole thing about the tart. You wanna hear about my baking drama? Well then read on. 🙂
I baked a pear tart the day before. I used the last of the apricot jam and placed the sliced, very ripe pears on top of the home-made, pre-baked crust, and glazed the whole thing with maple syrup. (Because I’m Canadian, that’s why.) 🇨🇦
The maple syrup, which is a type of sugar, slightly burnt in the oven, but I caught it before it turned the whole glaze black. I was worried how it would taste, but decided, just as a backup, to get my daughter to bake her famous lemon poppy seed loaf (with orange, because we’re out of lemons).
She did. She was going to decorate it and bring it along for her grandma, but again, that didn’t happen because of the above hospital story. (I left the house before the teenagers were awake…)
So that was the baking adventure. 🙃
After a few phone calls from family and friends for her birthday, mom fed me lunch which consisted of salmon salad, green mixed salad, and leftover Fritata my mom had made for dad.
Then we had more tart. It came out really good, actually! 😄
My brother sent her a bouquet of flowers from Vancouver which was a lovely little surprise.
I left around 4 pm after we talked a little about doing a few modifications to the house, such as barricading the steps leading down to the basement, moving the tv upstairs for convenience, that sort of thing. I will probably head over there again today, pending the covid test results which will impact how future visits will go. If my dad is positive, then likely my mom will be as well, although she is presenting asymptomatic. But if he is, then she will need to be tested, and so will I.
I’m not worried about it, but obviously my dad is in a much more compromised situation health-wise than both my mom and I are, so we will do what we need to do to keep him comfortable.
It’s all just so much more complicated with this pandemic situation that simply doesn’t seem to go away…
Ideally, my dad will return home in a few more days, at which point we can re-celebrate the birthday/anniversary. Perhaps there is another tart baking incident in my future… 👀
Anyway, when I got home, I felt like doing very little, which is why I had a bath. A long, sudsy, hot bath. It was lovely.