I'm tired of cooking/preparing 3 meals a day. It's just the two of us but boy oh boy can that woman eat!! She stays slimish, I get fattish. It's bad enough I do everything here much less start making her one thing and me the other. At times I feel guilty when I buy her fast food cuz of the nutritional value....not to mention I eat it too.
Turns out Dad said he and Mom wouldn't be able to read anything if they went to the attorney [both have macular degeneration]. Gosh, guess that means blind people don't have Wills.... [sigh].
My parents go to the eye doctor every 6 months and it's always the same thing, nothing has changed therefore no new eye glass lenses. They probably keep thinking the next appointment there will be magic pair of glasses that will give them 20/20 vision. Unfortunately, that isn't happening in their life time.
I finally convinced my Dad to still go to the attorney appointment as he won't be signing anything... all the attorney wants is the paperwork she asked them to fill out and to talk over what they want in their Trust, POA, etc.
Now I am thinking it might be a good idea to get a new Will and work on the Trust as we go along as Trust can take months to put together. With my parents age [93 and 97] you never know what will happen next month.
Hard to believe that Clint is near 85 years old. He's divorced now. He and his young wife, who was 35 years younger, called it quits.
Why can't these guys in Hollywood date and marry someone their OWN age. I mean what kind of message are they sending to their own daughters? That once they get to a certain age that no guy would be interested?
Yeah, well, don't we all. I just think that if you're the person who gets to go home at the end of the visit, you shouldn't be the one complaining. Try being stuck in there on an oxygen mask and level 2 fluids only, then see if you still feel hard done by having to spend an hour or two visiting your mother.
Oh, I'm being mean. But it would be one caregiving stint to another.
I could change the backup batteries in these alarms but one is at the very top step of the stairs on the ceiling.... I have visions of me tumbling down... why on earth the builder had placed the wired alarm there is a mystery. The one in the basement at least is at the bottom step and easy to get to. I'll let the electrician deal with both.
So far the alarm have been quiet for the past couple of hours. Holding my breath :P
FF - I have a humorous smoke detector story. I was sound asleep one night when the smoke detector in my basement went off. Since the furnace was in the basement, I was up and out of bed RIGHT NOW and barreling down the stairs. I got down there and turned the smoke detector off, and looked (and smelled) all over the basement for smoke, flames, fumes...nothing. I had just replaced the battery in the smoke detectors all over the house the week before, so I knew it wasn't that. Back to bed.
10 minutes later, the alarm is shrieking again. Back down to the basement, same routine - turn the alarm off, check the basement - nothing - back to bed.
Repeat about 3 more times over the next hour. Now I'm freaking out. I'm a single parent alone with my kids in a house where the smoke detector - located in the creepy old basement - appears to be possessed by a spirit determined to deprive me of my much-needed sleep. Then my sleep-addled mind starts working overtime, wondering if there's someone hiding in the basement and triggering the alarm in an attempt to get me down there to do unspeakable things to me. I'm huddled in the bed pondering all of these things when the dang thing goes off AGAIN. I decide I've had it and I'm going to dismantle the stupid thing - regardless of the danger of fire. I go stomping down the stairs, *really* ticked off, but also armed with a baseball bat.
I get to the basement, open the cover on the smoke detector to remove the battery, and what do I find? A wee little spider, busily spinning his wee little web inside the smoke detector. Every time he runs across the sensor at just the right angle, he sets off the alarm.
Spider - dead. Smoke Detector - re-assembled. Me - finally sleeping.
hehe, guess I need to go a few pages back and catch up ;)
I never signed up for Facebook, and don't plan to. I believe sometimes what ever is posted could be taken out of context because we aren't physically talking to that person to *read* emotions. Plus nothing is really private, even though we might think it is. My sig other finally got his daughter to take down photos of her grade school aged daughters, you never know who will copy said pictures and put them on inappropriate websites :(
I agree I do NOT think FB is a good way to communicate at all..way too much room for hurt feelings...and seeing the ex wife thinking their snotty little comment was "hilarious" knowing she will get her time with them and here is my mother, who more than likely will not be here next Christmas just has to make do with whatever....It is sad...and sickening.