No time.

By the time I have time to write about my family's week in Truro, it will probably be Halloween and I'll be slipping on my DJ Lance Rock costume and gleefully shouting, "Yoooooo Gabba Gabba!" at our Downtown Trick or Treat and, subsequently, humiliating Marley.

Here is a list of just some of the things I did yesterday and today which prevented me from properly reminiscing:

1. Discussed the possibilities of leg braces and osteotomies with Rudy's orthopedist, as treatments for her rickets and bowed legs. While we looked at her x-rays, Rudy yelled, "Boh!" and then, "BOOOH! BOOOOH!" as in bones, and eventually it became a call and response with the resident assisting her doctor.

2. Discussed the option of phosphorus pills rather than packets with Marley's and Rudy's endocrinologist. Bean has been fighting her medication for the past few months, and fights that last up to twenty or thirty minutes four times a day when I hand her the dissolved phosphorus are dreadful. (She mutters, "Disgustin!" and then whines that she hates it while I am eventually reduced to clenching my teeth and ordering her to, "Drink it!") Especially because that frustrated command reminds me of being a kid and trying to get my mother to drink orange juice when she was in the middle of a hypoglycemic episode. Speaking of which:

3. Talked extensively with a nurse (from the assisted living facility where we hope my mom will be next month) about her extensive medical history. Our Plan A was scrapped after the first location wanted us to sign papers that promised we could pay for her residence indefinitely. I mean, don't tell my mortgage company, but I can't promise I'll be able to pay for my residence indefinitely.

4. Double- and triple-checked that the syringes my mother is running out of are actually being sent through her mail order prescription service, in my fifth or sixth twenty-minute phone call with customer service in three weeks.

5. Repeatedly lifted a laughing and smiling Rudy from the waters of our town beach after her stumbling has propelled her, again, face first into the knee-deep tepid water, while Marley gets swimming lessons from a local college kid I coached in field hockey before Bean was even born.

6. Dropped off and picked up my mom at her day care, and talked with the owner about some unsettling habits she's developed, the least alarming being the repeating cutting of her own hair, which intensified while she was in Respite Care and we were away, temporarily blissful and enjoying the blue skies, clear water, and ridiculously happy kids you see above. Marley is, by the way, in the middle of her signature Silly Walk in the photograph that is settling me down even as I type. And no, her Silly Walk was not approved for funding by any grants from the Ministry of the same name.