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.
He is sleeping alot more, and was still eating lunch when Hubs and Mom went to visit.. but that;s ok, he was eating at least!
for instance ; if you take me in the basement to look at water problems , im going right back outside to look at your lawn . often the driveway is too high from years of added crushed stone , essentially making your house lower .
you got my attention earlier because this is the only subject in the world that i actually DO know something about . lol
ive got to find something to do for about the next 10 days cause its too cold to work and ill probably put off washing the beef blood out of the bottom of the fridge till the 10th day . i just simply defy everything that society expects of a person -- because i can ..
I have a wildlife camera on my porch 24/7 [they are water proof], and I every now and then it will snap a photo of a cat, late at night, and all of them are male cats. All well cared for and well fed. Even when it is quite cold outside, these guys want to roam. Our porch is just a point of interest for them.
if your getting water in the basement its because your gradework isnt right , has nothing to do with the integrity of the walls . its all about water management outside . the house should sit on a knoll , channeling the water into the driveway then into the street . gradework is best visualized by standing in the street and looking upwards . low spots are water traps .
Stopped in for a few minutes to see dad. For some reason he doesn't want to participate in the planned activities. Ack!
But my real whine is I have this rash? On part of my face that comes and goes. Gets real itchy and then burns. Doc did not want to prescribe anything but acted up again Saturday morning. Will get a message tomorrow to my doc for something as the OTC Cortaid and calamine lotion isn't working.
And this is apparently what I see when I play Bingo with my mother. The arguments are ridiculous.
The second appointment was to the hearing aid place... decided it would make better sense for me to take only the hearing aid to the office, Mom didn't need to go... plus it was suppose to snow big time later in the afternoon during her appointment. Once I returned to my parents house [stopped at Whole Foods and got them some organic products they like], Mom asked where was her hearing aid.... for some reason she thought the hearing aid place made the hearing aids onsite, thus had fixed it or would give her a replacement right then or there..... [sigh, I wished it was that easy].
I cut the 6' long boards down to 54", located Dad's power palm sander and sanded the cut ends, then brought them back in the house. Thinking of varnishing or painting them, then they'll be shelves above the big picture windows in the living room for Mom's knick-knacks.
Feeling pretty accomplished just with having done that. :-)
i was home for the entire month of feb on what was my only leave from 3 yrs in germany . ( soldier ) my dad said if i couldnt attend his excruciating church / cult then i couldnt use his truck . i told him i didnt ask to use his truck to begin with and he could cram it . it isnt hard to hitch hike around the county when only 4 wds are on the road and theyre only traveling at 20 mph . it seems trivial now but at the time i had the miserable military life on one side of me and my dads closedminded tyranny on the other . it wasnt to be our last headbutting contest by any means . my sons dont yet realize how good they had it . the only rule in our home was " just be nice and dont tell lies " . poor saps didnt even have anything to rebel against .
my youngest at age 12 was awful curious about my cigars . he was working with us and making money like an adult so i told him if he wanted a cigar , get himself a cigar . he smoked about a half a dozen puffs from it and has never used tobacco since . it didnt make him sick , he just didnt care for it .
maybe i learned that parenting trick in germany . cold beer was available in vending machines so clearly any kid with 2 DM could buy one yet you didnt see kids and teens binge drinking . i was rather ' culture shocked ' one time at a hanau street fest tho . saw a couple of young guys about 8 yrs old walking around chatting giddily and sharing a rather large bottle of wine . no one was paying them the least bit of attention .
snowing outside , very cold . im sitting here trying to put together a ' themed ' reason to go visit my aunt today . took her a goodwill sweater yesterday and she asked me to trim her bangs . that didnt go over well with pia last time but now shes too broke for the 20 dollar nh haircut so i dont expect to hear much flak from her .
na na na NA !!
hope pia dies , and it dont take lo-ong .
i hope she dies , ' fore i end this so - oongg ..
I drove past a house last night when the wind chills were in the sub-zero territory, and there was a dog chained up by the door to the house, lifting one foot after the other off the snow and looking absolutely miserable. I wanted to stop and take him off the chain and take him home with me. :-( (I did call our local animal control office about it - they wouldn't do anything about it - said the animal had to be outside for more than 24 hours before they would step in. Poor creature would be dead by then in this weather.)
Mom is being stubborn as hell today. I love her to pieces, but it's a good thing that all days are not like today, or I'd lose my mind completely. She wanted cereal for breakfast. I tried to get her to eat some protein with it, but she refused. 20 minutes later, she's saying, "I'm still hungry. Cereal just doesn't stick with me!" So I'm making 2 breakfasts instead of one - this time, scrambled eggs with ham & cheese in them. I'm going to toss all the cereal out - she wants it, but then wants something else, because it doesn't fill her up. And she loads it with sugar when she eats it. Real healthy stuff. I just won't keep it in the house anymore.
Got up out of her chair to take yet another nap, and refused to go to the bathroom. Laid down, and popped back up like a ping pong ball 5 MINUTES LATER, saying "I gotta pee!". I couldn't help it...I looked at her and said, "Well, of course you have to, because you wouldn't go when I asked you to 5 minutes ago!!" Then I felt bad, because she gave me a wounded, confused look. (sigh) Followed her to the bathroom this time, not giving her time to yank her undies back up before I got in there, got everything changed and she laid back down again. She's snoozing away now, and I'm hoping for at least 20 minutes of peace before the next round of battles starts.
My son (another first responder!) says the majority of the roads are impassible for e-vehicles) Firefighters have had to get off the trucks, walk down streets to respond to alarms, which isn't good. Hydrants are buried which means they're out now shoveling. Ambulances cannot get through.
Back to your cat - I know when mine disappeared over a heat wave one summer, we lived in a heavily wooded area, but she returned in a few days as if nothing ever happened. I was mortified because she was a house cat, declawed.
In our 'business' that of caregiver, we can't always be thinking of everything. Don't beat yourself up.
Anyway, my main reason for coming here is not a whine...it's something I just read (I'm a bit slow to the party and it's probably been talked about before somewhere on this site, but it seems many come here to vent so I'll post it here....there's an article in the New York Times titled: Government Will Change How it Rates Nursing Homes.
All I can say is Yay..while they are 'improving' they still have a way to go.
Have a nice President's Day...
At least Mama is having a good morning. She has had a good breakfast, had a good bath and now back to sleep and looks so cozy I'd like to pile in there with her...So going to be positive and thankful that Mama is doing well...and hopefully soon my big boy will come home...
Jeanette send some of that weather this way please...
Susan..just when I compose myself you manage to say something that cracks me up again...the lifting of the buttocks to let it rip...hahaha...reminds me of what my Grandmother used to say in her very old age..."feels better out than it does in"....bless their hearts...and one day it will be us.... :(
Anyway, I called him back and he said that he was on his way to our mother's house to get a check for five thousand. He then explained the latest chaos/crisis going on with him. I said thanks for letting me know, and if our mother was ok with it, then I've got no problem with it. Take care, yadda yadda yadda. As the dementia progresses, I won't have that same opinion. Even now, I can tell by the charities she donates to that she has no idea who she's giving her money to.
I'm not angry, just...ready to be done with the family b.s. My brother of course, didn't ask me one question about my life, offered a faux-apology about not being in touch more (which is a blessing, actually), and that was it. The next time I hear from him will be the next time he needs money again.
It didn't dawn on me until yesterday, while I was replaying the conversation in my head, that he lied to me when he asked for money the first time, about 6 months ago. He made up some story about his MIL ALSO having dementia, among other problems, and I wondered how likely it was, but didn't press for details. He didn't keep the first story straight with the one he gave me on Friday, and I deduced that she does not have dementia. She's just nuts.
Yep...definitely ready to be done with the whole "family" thing...
Susan, I know if my mother does have to have surgery, we'll need to make arrangements for her for the night before, so that she doesn't eat/drink. All these logistics won't stop running through my head...
Going to be a wonderful day. I can just see it already.