Me and the mindless thing

I have not been able to figure out why I am not creating.  Why am I pulling out old blocks left over from years back and making mindless baby quilts.  I mean I have my Swedish flag quilt that I have been wanting to make and solids to use.  I gave away my scrap bags so I could start all that, but the interest does not seem to be there.  Yesterday I figured it out.  With the past 7 months of my mother's decline.  I am waiting, I think, for the other shoe to drop....not a good thing.  My mind is there, not here.

 Yesterday morning my mother called me with the help of her volunteer.  Her volunteer is from Russia, a retired oncologist about 70 years old.  She is visiting 4 mornings a week with my mother in order to learn English.  My mother said that she is learning Russian..hmmm.  It was a great call.  Then at 3 in the afternoon, I visited my mother.  Only to find her hanging out of the bed hallucinating out of her mind feeble as they come.  What a shock!  I insisted that the Hospice nurse take more urine for another test for a UTI, which she did.  But she also said that it could be a stroke. I came home last night and made these...tranquilizing cupcakes:)  I just needed sugar to calm me down.  I wish my husband could understand this!!

 Evidently my darling Milito felt a bit of stress as well...for I just turned my back for one tiny little minute and found this!

 No shame at all...and this is not your bed Milito!

This morning I was about to leave to check on my mother when  a toothache delayed me.  An emergency 3 and a half hours at the dentist prepping for a crown on a cracked tooth was all I needed today.  In the middle of it all, I got the call from the Hospice nurse saying indeed it was a UTI.  When I got to my mother's place at one, she was in the dining room discussing the super bowl.  It only took one dose of Cipro...Jeeze Louize...the roller coaster again.  I am hanging on to the side rails, all belted in.