For the last two nights now I've dreamt about pushing my mother around some strange environments in a wheel-chair. Most interesting was some sort of medical/educational campus with lots of walk-ways and easy steps that a wheel-chair could actually be rolled up.
In one dream she had a little lap dog that we took along. Sort of like Toto in the school-teacher's basket in the Wizzard of Oz. In another, I parked her in the midst of a bunch of seniors taking an art class and went off on a stroll by myself. Almost forgot to retrieve her. When I brought the wheel-chair back, she hugged it and kissed it--which was actually preferable to her doing that to me.
I think that behavior with the chair represents her gradually coming to an appreciation that she's actually well cared for--a novel awareness, since she perceived herself to have been abused most of her life.
Otherwise these dreams are a little peculiar because we haven't actually taken her out in the wheel-chair for over a month and not much before that.
In fact, since she's spent most of her time in bed the last month, we've been working on doing a little more walking every day, just to keep her muscles in shape. There doesn't seem to be any real physical impediment.
So, I'm thinking that prior infirmities were largely an act that had been well practiced for many years.
How else to explain the sudden disappearance of all aches and pains?
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Should probably note that waiting for Fitzmas is proving rather nerve-wracking. Watergate was easier because we had no idea what to expect. This time we have all kinds of expectations about what SHOULD happen, but too much experience to believe that it really will.
Besides, the architects of the debacle in our democracy have been working at it for decades and their supporters are multitudinous. Exposing the whole of their nefarious schemes to transform America into a world empire, not just primus inter pares, is a big order and will take a lot of time.
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Meanwhile, it keeps raining and our fields still haven't been cut.
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October 24--For the last two days the Omi has been back to setting her own schedule. Getting up and going to the bathroom and then getting back in bed when she's had enough. Tomorrow she plans to debone the dog's chicken. Today she gave herself a manicure.
And she's talking. Doesn't comprehend as well as the dog, but better.