Meanwhile, Mildred's health and spirits continue to improve dramatically. After almost a week in the nursing home, her spunk, spirit and fight came back in full force and earlier this week she got quite riled up and insisted on getting out of the nursing facility and going home and wouldn't take no for an answer! Madelon scrambled and got her into the nursing facility at their assisted living center so now Mildred is just down the hall instead of 10 miles down the road. I went over the day she was being moved and found her sitting in her wheelchair ready to go. If the transport people had been any slower she would have likely started to roll herself down Frank Sinatra Drive towards home. She was smiling and happy, and the old fighting spirit was back. It was great to see.
I had ridden over on Angus and was in my customary biker sleeveless shirt when I showed up at the nursing facility. Showing up on a Harley in a nursing home always causes a bit of a stir for the sedate residents. Mildred takes great delight in telling the nurses what a bad-ass biker I look like, but that "he's really not as mean as he looks." Angus was parked outside next to the front door and so they wheeled her to the transport and were ramping her in when I asked if she'd rather go on the bike with me. She laughed and said "soon", and with a big grin on her face they wheeled her up the ramp.
However, in all honesty I'm getting a little homesick. Not for the weather. No, it's been snowing back in Seattle. But for my friends and my life back there. I'm feeling kind of homeless -- house sitting and living in places that aren't mine. It's different than being on the road for weeks on the bike in hotel every night. Every night here I'm in someone else's home, in their bed, using their kitchen. It's an odd feeling, but one I think I'm going to need to get used to. And I usually get homesick for my place after three weeks on the bike -- roughly the same time I've been here.
But for now, it appears that Palm Springs will be my home until Mid March. And Mildred is back in her home at the Carlotta, with Madelon right down the hall, and we are all much happier.