Posted on 04/11/2008 5:47:55 AM PDT by Squidpup
Well, my cute little body says it’s all tuckered out, so I’m going to head for the barn. I spent the last hour on lolcats.com, hoping it would keep me going, but it was short-lived, so I’m giving in. *sigh*
I’ll see you all tomorrow!
I was getting out my long denim skirt with a matching long-sleeve jacket (and selection of Southwestern silver jewelry) when Der Prinz turned up saying the sun was out and the temperature rising. So I put on a short-sleeve rayon dress instead. It was warn in the church, so I was glad I decided on the lighter outfit.
We did the Spanish Mass, and then there was a second Mass for First Communion, which included Sally. My parents were here, and then left to drive to my cousin’s in Pinehurst. Dad was looking good, and acted pretty normal. However, if I’d asked him, “Who am I, and exactly what is my relationship to you?” I’m not sure he could have answered. Vlad was happy to see him (he talks to their picture every day) and insisted that Dad help him build with blocks.
They’ll be at the beach with us in a little over a week, and I’ll get a better idea about whether Dad knows me or is just being polite.
Before I go...
106.2 °F / 41.2 °C
Scattered Clouds
Humidity: 6%
Dew Point: 26 °F / -3 °C
Wind: 4.5 mph / 7.2 km/h / 2.0 m/s from the ESE
Wind Gust: 6.0 mph / 9.7 km/h
Pressure: 29.87 in / 1011.4 hPa (Falling)
Heat Index: 99 °F / 37 °C
Visibility: 10.0 miles / 16.1 kilometers
UV: 5 out of 16
Clouds: Few 12000 ft / 3657 m
Scattered Clouds 25000 ft / 7620 m
(Above Ground Level)
Elevation: 1920 ft / 585 m
Nice and hot!
It’s good your folks could be there for Sally’s First Communion. That’s always such a great day! (I fainted at mine.)
Our chapel is always cold, and seems colder this time of year when the heat difference is so great. I always dress warmly!
Hopefully, your dad will know you. If not, he probably wants to. My oldest sister is failing that way. She was married to a man who had the same name as one of my brothers. When he and his wife went to visit her last year for her birthday, she wanted to know who he was.
He told her his name, and she asked him if he was her husband. She knew my name, though I doubt she would recognize me had I been there.
She was tickled that she had company, but every so often, she would ask their names again, and who did they come to visit?
She lives with one of her sons, and they have a dog. She takes the dog for walks, but often gets confused about getting back home. The dog brings her. The neighbors watch out for her, too, so even though her son and his wife work, she is not really alone.
It gets up to 105 and anything after that doesn;t really matter, as the humidity is so low. I’ve lived here long enough to ALWAYS have water with me in the truck. Usually, I have a case of it, and when I get down to the last six, I buy another one.
Today wasn't a scorcher like yesterday, but warm enough and a bit more humidity than usual.
I should have been outside working in the yard, but had to spend the afternoon drafting letters to congresscritters to try to kill a bad bill. I'm not at all used to working at this level so I'm learning the ropes -- mostly through failure. And congressional committees, unlike state, are so huge I'd spend a day just addressing a letter to each of them. So I'm tackling sponsors, key committee folks and other identified key representatives... oops... forgot to CC my own. Back in a minute...
OK...that’s it!
See ya tomorrow, TC!!
Boy! You squeezed in there just in time! If I had posted that last one and not seen your post, I would have closed up shop.
I really want to go outside where it’s warm, but I have flannel sheets to make up for some of it... ;o]
Saturday, I was crawling around on the floor at my friend’s house (no carpeting) trying to get one of the two DVD/VCRs to work so he could see the tape of his runs Friday night.
This morning, I realized my knees hurt, and looked down to see bruises. Go figger. I was only on the floor for two hours ~~ I had to crawl around to the front to see if there was a picture, then crawl around to the back to fiddle with the connections (at the very bottom of the cabinet,) then to the front, then... Well, anyway, they are hurting a little, along with my back.
Ooops. I got a phone call, so I’ll have to leave.
LOL. I’m back.
Mid September due date. 102 here now.
Thank god for AC.
But for all it's been unusually cold, the sudden warm weather has sparked LOTS of plant growth and now my grass-allergy season has arrived a bit early and strong. I was a little miserable at church this morning (but the sneezing didn't start until after, doubly fortunate as I'd been drafted as a substitute acolyte).
I’m reading a book about Alzheimer’s Disease that Mom gave me, and I can see that Dad has some of the characteristics of the author’s husband, but not all of them.
They’re fortunate in the retirement community in Florida that almost everyone either has a family member with Alheimer’s or has a friend or neighbor, so people watch out for each other. Dad golfs three days a week with a group of men, and if they’re not going to the usual course (several are available), they make sure someone helps him get there and back. And they have plenty of neighborhood social events, which are important to Alzheimer’s patients.
I just want him to be happy. If he’s comfortable with me, it doesn’t matter if he remembers that I’ve been his daughter for 42 years. If he likes playing blocks with Vlad and fishing with Bill, it doesn’t matter if he knows they’re his grandsons, or if he thinks they’re nice boys that he just met.
Thank God for climates where one rarely needs A/C. We don't have it in the house or *my* car. If it gets above 75F, we just suffer.
But not for long. *\;-)
Usually. *\:-(
We used to keep a flask of Wild Turkey on top of the organ in our church in San Antonio, for when the Ragweed Blight hit the choir. It helped!
OMG! I am so sorry T-C, but yours is the right attitude.
We're not strangers to Alzheimer's -- it can be cruelly hard on the family.
Gorsh... I feels... a bit o' that... Blagweed Right... settlin' in... nowsh.... *\:-?
I also want my mother to be able to continue with her life, and she’s begun to get assistance from friends, neighbors, and an “elderly care” agency so that she can do thing independently with assurance that Dad won’t burn the house down. He doesn’t need medical care at this point, just someone with him to make sure that he eats, takes his medicine, turns the stove off, and locks the house.
Some of his old friends from the Navy and the more distant relatives in Missouri are unhappy that Mom has “constricted the boundaries” of what they’re doing to their community in Florida and the immediate family (my brother and me), but they don’t seem to understand that he doesn’t really remember them. He’s happy enough to see them, but he doesn’t miss their absence.
I think it’s pretty much the same with my brother and me. He likes to see us, maybe even remembers that we’re his children (and my kids are his grandchildren) but he doesn’t notice if he doesn’t see us. Maybe it’s not that bad, yet. I’ll get a better idea next week.
Alcohol constricts the blood vessels and inhibits the histimine response. Really!
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