It was a bummer saying good-bye to Hop and the rest of the Moab gang. The workshops went well, though. We accomplished a lot.
Now I am headed to Japan and Hanamatsuri with Shidara, a visit to Shimane and then a visit to Asano Taiko to help celebrate Senmu’s 60th.
I have been fighting off a cold for the past few days and I am more sick than not, but managing to not totally succumb.
The sad news is in the midst of all of this, my Grandfather is dying. He hasn’t eaten for a few days, he’s off his maintenance meds and on morphine to keep him comfortable. If he stays on his blood thinners he’s gonna bleed out from some internal hemorrhage they can’t quite pinpoint. If he goes off the blood thinners his heart isn’t strong enough to pump his own blood and he’s liable to have a stroke or a heart attack.
He’s drinking water and a little bit of milk and I think he had a little bit of jello yesterday, but his meal sat untouched. They aren’t going to do any intravenous feeding.
If he dies before the end of my trip, and he probably will, I have to do my best to get back home to help out.
First my dad, now this. I’m doing ok. It’s my bachan that’s up against the wall. She already buried her first husband. ‘ssa big bummer.