Marilyn came home on Monday night after nearly four weeks away. She enjoyed her time with the family and especially the great-nieces and nephews. It’s the main problem of living in Tasmania: that it’s a long way from where everybody else lives.
On Monday Marilyn, with Sandy’s help, had taken Uncle Archie out for lunch. Mum was not really aware of what was happening so she stayed in the nursing home to have her lunch in the familiar way. She seems very happy but is not always in tune with who is visiting her. As usual, Marilyn and Sandy pushed Uncle Archie along to the Golf Club in Mum’s wheelchair. He didn’t seem to recognise the Club although we have been there often but he certainly enjoyed his lunch and his glass of wine.
Once upon a time, he was quite a heavy drinker and would finish his drinks quickly so he could get another one. Now, he sips it carefully, making it last. I suspect he realises that, when the drink is finished, he is taken back to the nursing home and the same old boring routine. I spoke to him when he got back and he told me that he had been in the wheelchair, as if it had never happened before.
The Rotary meeting on Tuesday evening was at the Deloraine Bowls Club. It was good to have a game of bowls after so many months but we certainly felt it the next morning. Even the simple crouching you do to send down the bowl exercised muscles which had been lying dormant. It’s given us the impetus to get back to the bowls on a more regular basis.
Dinner was very nice: cold meats and salads prepared by the ladies of the Club. The desserts were to die for and typical of that lavish Australian spread which you always got at functions where the ladies catered. No doubt, we’ll be back there before too long.
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