Tomorrow is Rabbit Hole Day, commemorating the birth of the writer Lewis Carroll, but I’m afraid I won’t have anything this year. Here’s what I had in previous years, along with a few posts explaining the peculiar practice. I hope to read some good stories.
As you’ve probably seen in my recent posts, I’ve fallen down a sort of a rabbit-hole made from hospital visits and difficult decisions. My mother marked her 9th day in the hospital today. She is a good bit better than she was a week ago, but in some fundamental ways she is not better, and not going to get better. So she, my sister, and I are trying to figure out what comes next, with help from the hospital staff and others. It’s possible she’ll be released tomorrow, maybe Tuesday, and to her own home at that, but only if she and the home situation check out OK, since she may need a lot of attention after discharge.
Singer/songwriter Lucy Kaplansky has a song with the hook “It’s a dirty trick, this getting old.” She’s absolutely right.