We left Arcata Wednesday morning. It was gray and chilly. The usual weather we'd been having all winter. As we made our way through the awesome redwoods and mountains, the skies cleared and the temps went up and up and up. By the time we arrived at our destination in the beautiful Sonoma wine country, we had entered full blown springtime.
Then we hit the road south Saturday morning for the 340 mile drive to see my mom. It was sunny and beautiful the whole way. The rains had brightened the hills to almost saturated Photoshop levels! I clicked a few photos through the car window as we zoomed by mile after mile. I was worried about seeing my mom for the first time since her stroke and Alzheimer's diagnosis, and the scenery helped to keep me somewhat sane.
When we arrived at my mom's the temps were in the 80s. We never have temperatures like that even in the midst of summertime on the north coast. We rang the doorbell at the 24/7 care facility and a lovely caregiver opened the door. We walked into my mom's spacious bedroom that has a door that looks out on a beautiful manicured backyard. Birds flitted in the treetops and lizards ran along the retaining wall. My mom greeted us with a sweetheart smile. She said, "Hi Rog! Where's your wife?" I said, "Hey mom, I'm right here. It's me, Robin!" She said, "No, I mean the other Robin."
My mom has Alzheimer's.