We went to our son’s annual Individual Service Plan (ISP) meeting last week, the first since he moved into a group home. What the staff said made our hearts glow,
It’s been one of the best transitions we’ve ever seen. It was hard to think up things for the agenda.
It’s really been that good. He’s taken to the new arrangement and is healthy and happy.
Here on the empty nest home front, we went for some changes of our own. When we started this blog we put up our masthead picture of the backyard dog run. It was built by the previous owners. Our dog never took to it, whined and barked enough to bug the neighbors and became an inside pet.
Anyway, the old picture captured the increasingly weedy and decrepit dog run with a neighbor’s well groomed yard just over the fence. It evoked that care giving feeling that says, We’re all messed up while the world just beyond is going fine.
The old dog run got more and more weedy, run down, rabbit and who-knows-what-else infested over the years. We decided it was time for it to go.
In came a dumpster and out came a friend with sledgehammers and a power saw and assorted other demolitiony goodness.
And, voila, our yard is nice and orderly like the rest of the world. Guess we’re not caregivers no mo’.
Of course this blog has sounded off before about how we are dealing with all kinds of deferred maintenance on ourselves as individuals and as a couple.
There are good PTSD sites out there and this won’t try to do what is already being done better. It is enough to say that the fallout from care giving sticks around long after the work is done.
But doesn’t the yard look nice?