You can see Lola here, looking on. That's a robot pet character from the series "Obi Wan Kenobi." This new addition to our household was opened yesterday, and the first thing that Maddie thought of was "Don't touch Lola." Of course, that's the famous quote from Agent Phil Coulson in "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." And it has nothing to do with Star Wars. But still, it's fun, and throughout the day we were saying that of course.
It's a busy shopping day, but we weren't going out to do any shopping. In fact, we've been in our pajamas all day. We had some delicious tea, and we watched a lot of television tonight, starting with the 30th anniversary special for "Beauty and the Beast," and then some more of "The Bad Batch." We're having a Bad Batch Marathon the rest of the year - we have about fifteen episodes to go, as last night we started it with four episodes from "The Clone Wars" where the characters were first introduced.
Tonight we read from "Mort," and we're approaching the end of that one rather quickly. We said our prayers together, and then I put my rotator cuff strap on, sliding under the warm blankets. It'll be below freezing again tonight, and we've kept the water dripping and the cabinet doors open under the sink to hopefully keep the pipes from freezing up. It's been a good day - this used to be one of my favorite days of the year, so relaxing. But not so much this year with the new family dynamic. We did a lot of relaxing, but there's a lot of answering of repetitious questions and the old "trying to get someone to eat" game, plus discussions about moving out over and over again and then the answering of the question that gets asked over and over again, "Is there anything special I can do?" If there is nothing for Nana to do, she either announces that she is going back to bed for the umpteenth time, or she'll sit on the couch and mutter to herself until she repeats the question again. There's this sort of psychological battle going on - we have to keep her entertained at all times, or there's this guilt that you don't really care. And some of us are just tired of it, sort of ignoring it or getting coldly indifferent from time to time. Then the conviction comes and you sort of pep up and do your best to show love, but it just wears you down all day long. Mom is feeling the monotony of it more than anyone else, of course, and suffering the most. Tomorrow we'll get a call from Dana (not Zuul), and maybe we'll have hope once again. We'll see.
I'll close with one remarkable gift that Mom got me for Christmas. She got me a print from BlackCatTips, a local artist who we began to follow after seeing many of the signs he was posting around our area. So we've been following him online somewhat, and Mom actually got me a this print that I want to frame and hang up somewhere. But also, she got me his children's book, one called "Smile a While." It's a simple message book about smiling and spreading joy just with a smile. But I was reading out loud to Mom, and it was a good message for both of us. We gave each other a smile, and we'll keep doing that, putting on our garments of praise and moving forward with JOY.
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