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.
if we were a more socialist country ( like germany ) the elders would be cared for by prostitutes who are way past their " sell by " date , thus creating legitimate employment opportunities .
just kidding , but with a baby boom generation aging all at the same time some serious solutions are in order .
The starter has given me problems in the past.... gonna tap that also!
your problems are easily solved . feed all those fn dogs to the horse , give me the horse and ill make link sausage out of him . 2/3 rds of your workload dissipates practically overnight .
i do love me some homemade link sausage -- and 100 mg morphine tabs .
thats pretty much it . everything else annoys me .
Venison makes great sausage!
Cap, the wooden wheel story put me in mind of the ingenuity we have to show sometimes...
My sister and her husband are often out of state - he works on oil rigs, and she travels with him. They're gone for several weeks, then home for a few days each month. They had an old camper trailer they took with them to live in during their absences, and on one trip home last winter, they brought it home to exchange it for a new one they had just purchased. About 100 miles from home, they noticed the tire on the trailer was starting to go soft. They stopped and aired it up, but it went flat again, so they put the spare on. Then THAT went flat by the time they were about 5 miles from home. Not one to be beaten by circumstances, my bro-in-law took the trailer off the truck, drove the few remaining miles home (sis stayed with trailer) and rigged up a wooden ski. Took it back, strapped it to the flat tire on the trailer and SKIIED it home! :-)
Will the colds in the house never end? This is week 4 of colds making the rounds. I don't think anyone wants to have visit them or vice/verse.... wife, me, Dad, wife.....
Hope I do believe the Capt tells these stories for the reaction he gets. He has had a life time of experience observing people and knows just how to press peoples buttons. If dementia does overtake him and all the filters are gone he will become the patient from h*ll for his caregivers unless he realizes soon enough and self destructs.
We lost Dad and his only brother last year within 10 months of each other, leaving only my aunt (Dad's sister) on his side of the family. My mom's sister passed several years ago and now her husband (Mom's bro-in-law) is looking like he's not long for this world. I understand that dying is a natural part of life, but I just wish they wouldn't happen so close together.
Kind of a sad day.
So now I guess we're hiding the problem instead of dealing with it. Good thing I'm here, I guess...I can't imagine what the house would smell like otherwise. I asked her to please not cover up the bed when it's wet - she gave me a blank look and said, "Oh, I didn't realize it was wet!" (In her defense, maybe she didn't realize it, but this is a whole new level of "off" for her.)
Stripped the bed and started the washer. She's going through an increasing amount of clothing, bedding and underwear lately. I wish I could find protective undergarments to fit her. They fit "around" her, but they aren't tall enough - they only come to just below the crack of her backside (sorry, but no other way to say it). I can't imagine how uncomfortable that would be all day long, feeling like your undergarments are slipping down your backside because they're not tall enough to reach your waist.
On a cozy note, Mama sure is snuggled in over here with her little cat all curled up beside her....such a sweet sight... :)