Scott currently does better when things are familiar and predictable.  The problem is that there is nothing familiar and predictable about our lives right now.  We live in a little apartment and if we can, we go home on the weekends.  We can’t really be home all the time and drive into Austin.  I just can’t do the commute anymore.  It was on our commute when we were hit by the semi.  I tried it a few times a few weeks ago, and it was terrifying.  The traffic is horrible.  When we started commuting 12 years ago, it wasn’t that bad.  

 

So, this is where I “take care of myself”.  I am not doing it anymore.  We will have to work something else out.  I love our place out in the woods, but it is lonely out here too.  I have always felt that way and I do now more than ever.  

 

So, for now we stay in our little apartment that is 5 minutes from Scott’s therapy and my work and stay in Bastrop on the weekends.  It is not such a bad plan.  We wouldn’t be the first people to do it.

 

Scott’s improving, but I loose patience.  It’s been 7 months now.  They told me at the rehab hospital that the brain heals for 1-2 years.  And then the Neuropsychologist told me that one sees continued cognitive improvement after that.  He said that it is the last thing to come and the last thing to stop improving.  

 

Scott is making me a sandwich right now.  I will have to make sure he put the mayo back in the fridge, but he does pretty well.  

 

The picture is one I took last week at Inks Lake, right at dusk.  My mother-in-law saw the scene and said she wished she could capture it on film.  I was like...”no problem!”, took up my camera, and did it in one shot.  I have to brag, but I have a course through the New York Institute of Photography to thank for that and my mom, who is a life-long photographer.

 

Well, I better go check in the kitchen.  I hear the coffee pot and some kind of rattling...um...Scott made coffee.  That’s good.  But he also managed to find some old onions that he wanted to slice and put on the sandwiches.  I threw them away.   He was insulted.  I think I will clean out the fridge.