Last day of summer.
Wow. This summer flew quicker than any other summer in my memory. Yesterday we headed out to the cider mill for doughnuts and cider (you can see a few of my Instagram photos over here) and this morning we turned off the a/c and it feels like fall.
Tomorrow we start school.
The kids have been a little apprehensive, but understanding, that they might not make the first day of school, but as of this minute, it looks like we'll make it.
Greg's dad isn't doing well. The nurse yesterday said he'll only have another day or two of being lucid, and death could come in days or weeks. He had told Greg when he was there that he thought he just had two weeks left, but that would have been a week ago already, so he's outlived his own prediction.
We brought our funeral clothes with us to Boyne (because we'd have headed north from there, rather than back this way) and they've been pressed and ready ever since. Out of necessity, I've had the kids ready for school for over a week now in case we ended up traveling this weeked and getting home late at night. The papers are signed, and the clothes laid out.
Each day I wake up and replan - if it's today, very much like when wondering when my babies would be born.
Having gone through this twice now in less than a year, I can tell you - it's no fun.
Having gone through this twice in less than a year (my own dad lost his battle to cancer just before Christmas last year) I can also tell you that my house is cleanest when waiting for someone to die. I'm a pacer. I've not had much luck at sitting still at my desk and doing the needed creating (I owe you a Studio AE post, and I'll work on that today) but have been scrubbing floors, cleaning cupboards, purging closets and picking at the edges of the bathtub crud with a toothpick.
It's what I do.
So today, we plan for today and assume we'll still be here tomorrow. The kids will get to attend their first day, and I'll have my first official day on the job, and Allan will make his morning job interview. Today I'll scribble up my lunch lady manifesto, while seeing how well I did with my summer manifesto.
Greg will head to Chicago this afternoon for a week of work. He debated seeing if someone else could go in his place, given the circumstances, but being that we just don't know and it could still be another week or two - we decided to just do it. I'm prepared to pick him up along the way if need be. If he were scheduled to go anywhere else that wasn't along the way - he'd have passed.
Life goes on.
And that's where we're at.