The Roches- practically a cappella

As
I deal with the smoke damage in my house and a mom in her 80's -who then tried to go out last night in the freezing to hose the house down so "the forest fires wouldn't spread to the house", here's a lovely group of voices I remember from times I did this same thing- basically giving up my life to care for my grandmom with Alzheimer's (and my mom breaking apart after divorce). At least five years of the hardest days ever.
Now at least I am able to tell my children about it.
The long and short of it is I came home early from work, early for me -close to 4, which turns out to be one of the best things I ever did, to find smoke pouring out the door like a wall when I turned the key. I went in blinded finding mom standing in the kitchen, oblivious right by the problem, trying to read a recipe unaware a pot was molten on the stove. My son was in a deep sleep upstairs, no idea he was in deep smoke either-it took awhile to wake HIM. I think had I been an hour later I might not have either one, maybe no house-but I know the house is the least, least of it.

I'm home today from work trying to plan what to do about it. I may be home tomorrow too.

Ah Momma...