My Dad was a proud man all his life. As a Father he was a hypocrite who taught us do as he said not as he did. No one is perfect. He loved the family and we are a large loving happy family.
Last year after a few accidents I bought Dad a box of Adult pull ups. It is probably the only time ever in my life that Mom got mad at me and rolled her eyes into the back of her head because I insulted Dad's dignity by buying pull ups. I told Mom I would give them away but at least take 3 in case Dad get's sick in which case, he loses control.
Two months later Mom called and asked me to order more, they prevented the mess from accidents. Still he did not lose his dignity in full. Now after being in this rehab facility for five months, he has virtually no dignity left. He has been in Adult diapers (I didn't even know they made them) and has no problem with anyone seeing him in them. The disease strips one completely of their dignity.
In my mind, I've already lost Dad. He may recognize me when I enter but forgets I was there ten minutes later. Soon he won't even know me. The worst part is that he sleeps 22 hours out of a 24 hr. day. That is no life, none, nadda, asta la bye bye. If he would have known this was his destiny he would have taken himself out last year. If death with dignity were offered here, one bro and myself would vote for him to take it, however the rest of the family would consider that blasphemy. They want him alive whether he is gone in his mind or not. When Dad was young he was the same, his Dad was in a dead coma with a strong heart and my Dad kept pounding him to keep that heart beating for as long as he could because he couldn't let go.
He has good insurance so the doctors will keep him alive most likely for years to come. Maybe it would be a good thing if he didn't have insurance. I would never dream of letting one of my dogs suffer, as much as it kills me, and it does, I put them down when they are stripped of a quality life.
I bought a couple of kidneys this morning to cook for the dogs so I went on line to see how to cook them. I guess in America we don't eat kidney but they do in other countries. pffft
I'm soaking it in water with a little vinegar for a couple hours then I'll throw it in the instant pot. I'm going to mix it with carrot and quinoa for the little dogs.
I couldn't find a recipe that sounded good for human consumption. It seems like a boiled it the last time I cooked it and it made my home stink.
On the bright side it is super cheap. Hopefully it will turn into yummy dog food.
Man what an industry advertising has become. Good marketing can make you think their product is something you cannot live without. Men who love tools, well there is a tool that takes the place of 5 other tools, crafts for the creative sell things they can't live without, cleaning products that make life much easier so forth and so on. For me it is kitchen gadgets and I'm a big sucker. I bet one out of every 10 actually is something I love. 9 out of 10 were rubbish. Everyone can get appealed to by something. Escaping advertising is a bit more of a challenge. They find us everywhere, especially on line. I will guess that advertising has always been misleading, is that human nature?
I believe that journalists at one time wanted to report real news without bias. Maybe some journalists still want to but they are paid to mislead. Human nature?
Relationships at he beginning often start on misleading information although it may not always be intentional. Human nature?
War = human nature?
Human nature has a lot more evolving to do before pride can be taken in our species.
Am I in my own head or does anyone ever ponder human nature. Who is more predictable mother or human nature?
I got an early Mother's Day surprise from my son and his family as they came up this weekend to see me and the folks. I took us all out to breakfast before going to see Dad in rehab.
The family of four sitting at the table next to us was a Mom, Dad and 2 beasties all four of them with their noses in their phones. I set my phone in the middle of the table and told my gang to do the same. I said whoever touches their phone first gets the bill. At the end of the meal I reached for my phone (I knew I was paying) so my son points and says you get the bill Mom. I just smiled. We all talked to each other throughout the whole meal. Anyone sitting at the table my son sits always gets to belly laugh because he has the family comic genes. He is simply hilarious and his son fits right in.
It is pretty cool to see how much my grandson grows between visits. At the age of ten kids just have growing spurts and I get to notice it so much more now that I rarely see him compared to before I moved to Tampa.
It seems no matter where I'm at or where I look someone has their nose buried in their phone.
I got excited just a bit ago when I read in email that there is a class at the community gardening center that I joined for beginners. I need it. This class should teach us how to uncover our beds, amend the soil and get ready to plant our seedlings the first week of Sept. Remember here in FL we rarely get much of a winter so this fall garden should yield.
I've planted seedlings only to watch them die. I can't even get them big enough to eat them as a sprout so I need classes.
Bella is under 3 pounds, very tiny and passive. She tolerates or just doesn't acknowledge other dogs, cats or people.
However she does not tolerate the vacuum cleaner. She cracks me up every time I vacuum, she leaps out of her old age and tries to bite the vacuum. She never bites anything but the damn vacuum.
My funny little fur baby.
Get your minds out of the gutter -- while mine floats by.
I have a dog, recently I got another dog both girls. Tonight my daughter will drop off her little boy doggie for the weekend while she parties with her friends celebrating their 35 year reunion.
Threesomes are all they are cracked up to be.
I haven't done any canning in over 30 years. When I retired and tried to get back into gardening I did everything wrong first. That seems to be my style, do it wrong, learn something and then do it right. I planted at the wrong time of the year but it still yielded. I forgot to tag what I planted and have to wait for blooms to know what the heck I planted. (some I could recognize when they started growing) Now I have tomatoes coming out my ears and I need to can some, make some sauce and can that. Holy cripes I found my old canning pot, me who usually saves nothing hung onto that pot. Of course I have a fondness for pot or pots on so many levels.
All I can say is thank god for google or you tube training videos. I think I've learned more off them than the school education system.
Two weeks ago I mentioned a pretty friend that lived just a couple of doors down got diagnosed with Leukemia, three weeks later DEAD. ugh I had gone once to the hospital to see her before the chemo and she was absolutely fine, pretty as ever, great attitude and the chemo she had been getting hadn't made her sick yet. It did two days later.
A few days ago her son asked if I would take Lucy, a little white dog that his mother loved as much as I love Bella, the itty bitty furball. What just happened? I've been trying to wrap my head around this so here is the plan.
A couple of months ago my bro mentioned wanting to buy a dog. I begged him to rescue one instead. Now that Lucy, which is a very good mellow playful little girl plopped into my lap, I'm hoping he will rescue her but it is up to his wife. I'm taking the dog over there tonight to celebrate my sister-in-laws retirement, she quits today. If it is meant to be, 8 year old Lucy will have a loving home at my bros. If not guess I will fall in love with another canine. A human to love would have been nice but I think I'm happier with a dog.
When I walk Lucy the neighborhood street walkers all recognize her and have to socialize, ugh (but it's fun too). Great opportunity for flirting - I love flirting.
Lucy is a great dog so far. Not sure who is going to love her, bro or me but she is a winner either way. My two dogs won't acknowledge each other. Bella likes to sit next to me while Lucy has to sit on me. Driving with both spoiled brats trying to sit on my lap wasn't too easy so I got a car seat for one of them. Again not sure which one gets the lap and which the car seat, hope they work it out.
Bella is 14 yrs old so no more playing for her. Very entertaining to watch Lucy play with her toys. My tidy living room now has all kinds of stuffed toys everywhere and I love it.
Tonight I celebrate with bro & wife to a new life of retirement, tomorrow celebrate Easter family dinner. Dad won't be there but he is still alive. All us siblings are pushing Mom to come. It will be a good time for all us siblings to talk since we all have different schedule, this doesn't happen often.
Happy Easter to all.
I finally found the Kombucha I have been wanting to try. The taste startled me a little bit, not sure I would buy it again unless I found out if it is very healthy for some reason. I looked at the ingredients and almost didn't buy it because the second ingredient is cane sugar, however all the rest were ok.
Since it is a spendy item, I wondered if I could make it but I would need Kombucha Yeast and Bacteria cultures, both of which I am NOT familiar with and not sure I want to do more research. I've had myself buried in research trying to figure things out.
So the jury is still out.
My daughter brought a fitbit back from China and gave it to me. Directions are in Chinese.
I wouldn't consider myself a real fit person by any means but I'm fit, healthy with sound mind. I didn't realize when one retires they may or may not walk as much. Not having any idea how many steps in a day I take, I answered the fitbits goal of 2000 steps, my first goal. I remember my grandson gasping ONLY 2000 steps? First clue that isn't many steps but an easy goal to reach.
I figured out how to adjust my goal to 10 thousand steps a day. I learned that can be a little tough on me but 8,000 is a goal I could get to easier. I jump on the exercise bike but the damn fitbit thinks I'm cheating and won't give me any steps for it. Instead of hating how long the walk is to see Dad, I think yay I'm getting steps.
The last couple weeks I've grinned on my way to bed when I looked at my wrist and see the figure climbing higher every day, It was 13,000 the day before I lost it. Mom told me to call the restaurant to see if they found it but for some reason I didn't. I thought about buying another one on Amazon but thought I should wait a few days to see if it pops up in one of the two cars I was in, maybe I would call the restaurant and search every nook and cranny around me. I gave in to my impulse to go ahead and buy another one on Amazon so I could have instructions in English, that's my justification and I'm sticking to it.
Couple a days ago Amazon delivered the English fitbit just when Mom calls to tell me not to buy one as she found mine in her backseat. The Last couple of days I have a fitbit on each wrist and now I can't tell which one is accurate. My old one is telling me I walk a lot and the one from Amazon is saying Not!
pffft ugh
Those that read my blogs may remember that I'm dealing with aging parents. Dad with alzheimers is in a physical therapy rehab, Mom goes three times a week to her physical therapy appointments for her dislocated shoulder and back. Dad is late eighties Mom early eighties. Both are very frail. I'm watching Dad change from a proud Godfather dictator of this Italian family into a pathetic reflection of a "no-one" who can sit in a wheelchair, stair at a wall and be content. It hurts the heart deeply. He is different every day but the latest consensus is he has grown comfortable in the facility and is NOT trying to get stronger to come home, all he wants to do is sleep. A big part of me wishes he would pass peacefully in his sleep but he has good insurance so the doctors will keep him alive like a vegatable.
My very pretty friend in her sixties was diagnosed with Lukemia about 4 weeks ago but she passed last night. Holy smoken shit, that's a harsh toke. So damn fast. A couple of us girlfriends have agreed although too soon this is a blessing in disguise to go so quickly rather than suffer the indignities of trying to cure Lukemia. It too can be a brutal disease.
Here one minute, gone the next. You never know
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