My six weeks away from home are winding down.  I "should" be heading home on Monday.

Between now and then, I will be going to a fair, going with my aunt and cousin-in-law to the Newport (OR) Quilt Show, having pizza night with the family as a send off for me, one last visit with my dad, and packing up and trying to make everything fit in my car.

Having spent time with my dad at his new residence, some of my emotions are still conflicted, yet I'm feeling reasonably comfortable that all is ok for now.  I will continue, at least through the end of the year, in keeping an eye on his financial and medical affairs, and reassess after the first of the year.  I'm concerned about his overall health as he's still losing weight, but there seems to be no medical cause.  He is still likely expending more calories than he can take in daily.  He is not one to be told what to do so telling him to stop and rest only makes him do more.

I've stayed at my aunt's these past six weeks; it has been nice and I will miss her and my uncle and the cousins once I leave.  I am looking forward to being home with my husband, son and friends, and my kitties.