Its hotter than hell outside, and the thunder is rumbling. July through September is monsoon season in Nevada. Flash floods and pouring rain can come out of no where.
Frustration is swirling about me. Each day I find myself doting on Mom. She would probably do better if I allowed her to figure it out herself. I hate being so far from my family.
Mom is so worried Medi-Cal will not approve Dad. The financial status of the State of California is so bleak, Mom cannot shake her fear of no coverage and having to bring Dad home. Some times we just have to have faith that it will work out. If it doesn't, then we deal with what is left and go from there.
I feel empty. I hope I did not make any mistakes in placing Dad where he is. I feel I am not doing anything worth while. It felt good being busy and making calls and researching for Dad. I felt I was doing something important.
When I feel like this, I want to sell the house and move closer... But where would we move? The only attraction for California is, to live closer to the family. Otherwise, it has very little draw for me.
Some days, the well is dry.