I visited dad the other day at meal time, and if he wasn't eating roast beef with gravy, roasted potatoes and carrots! I had made Anzac biscuits, so he got to eat them with his ice cream for dessert. I asked him if he remembered that he used to crumble mom's Anzacs over the top of his ice cream... he seemed to remember that. It's so strange... I have my mom's Anzac recipe... but cannot get them the same way she did. Hers were always thin and crisp... just the way they liked them. I like chewy Anzacs, and that's how mine turn out... no matter how much I try to make them like mom's. I apologized to dad for the cookies being chewy and not crunchy... and he said, "They'll do." To which I replied, "They'll do in a pinch, right?" It is nice to have some moments of normality.
Back to the lockdown episode from the last post... the care home ended up being in lockdown for 12 days! Just as they were ready to open, another 'incident' would occur, and they'd have to wait the requisite time before they could open again. Thankfully dad wasn't involved in that! Moving forward...
Have been experiencing a bit of guilt in not being in to visit dad as often as I can recently. I think the pause in visiting got me into some bad habits. To be honest, it is enjoyable to visit dad... once I get there, that is. Sometimes we have a snack on the back patio, or hot chocolate in the amenity room, or chat in the sitting area. You never regret slowing down for a while and giving consideration to life, even though life seems to have us running in circles for no given reason. Must sort that out! (I'll get back to you on the secret once I've figured it out!)
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