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Ha ha my son left his 12 yr old son with me for a week. I haven't watched a boy child in almost 50 years. When the divas were little I was younger and still in the working force with much more energy or patience than I have as a retiree. I was a bit scared at first. The family left ALL the Christmas leftovers with me since my man child eats a LOT. That actually does my heart good is having a good eater in the house since I have to fight with the tiny furball to eat, she hates to be bothered with eating.

So far it's been fun. I give him an early morning chore and when he is done he can do anything he wants all the rest of the day. Mostly he wants to game, which gives me time to game. Him on the comupter and me mine. Then we watch a movie together. I get to enjoy his laughter. At dinner time he cleans his plate, that makes me very happy. Also nice to have someone to cook for.

He also talks my ear off but I can deal with that, harsh as it is. Crappy Pandemic keeps me from taking him places so we are stuck in the house with each other. He begged to stay with me which makes me feel mighty special.

One day my son texted to tell me to make sure he joined a zoom program for learning and I said No Way Jose - I'm not a practicing disciplinarian, I'm just a Nai Nai that gets to spoil her grandchild and I"M loving it.

I'm only 3 days in - hope it keeps going this well. Today I'm going to teach him how to play backgammon.

After 10 days treatment at a big hospital, Finally, my Dad's heavily pheumonia (both his lungs ) seemed under control. The next step before me was; to take him back to that nursing hospital or take him back home with me? According to his current weak body situation (he unable take care of himself), I knew clearly that my duties in the future days... after calculating my abilities of caring and other uncertain affairs would be happened. My wish to fulfill his desire(back home) guided me making this decision at last:take him back living with me.

After a long distance travel, last evening the 120 took us back from Pudong to Puxi and after one night rest, this morning he knew that he was at home and felt happy. I could feel that from the way he looked at me and his smiling. The familiar surroundings, my face, my voice, my touch and everything can comfort him I know. I am still his dear daughter though he was away from home for more than a year and a half .

In short, the family affections are more than anything else I don't want him feel alone while walking on the last journey of his life.


With Dad last year at nursing hospital.

Busy now , will be back in my free time. Good wishes to you all!

..brought to you by people who never built
A damn thing.
...once again, with a great economy of English
eYe just illustrated the double $peak nature of
The career politician.
East of CA, sum where in Amerika, gasoline sold for $1.68 a gallon on Nov. 9, 2020.
Meanwhile, on that same day here in Fowler CA...
Gasoline was @ $4.20..( Chevron/ Texaco.
...$0, as eYe told Raph, Jim, anyone-- get on out here to Dem paradise...NO BLOCK R FINGERPRINTS ANYWHERE !

Mom & Dad had their 64th anniversary yesterday. Baby sister talked the care center into letting Mom and her offsprings to come see him through the glass. Lots of signs were made saying things like WE LOVE YOU, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY, PLEASE EAT, et al.

There was double doors, we could go through one door into a little cubicle about 4X8 which we crowded into with are faces pressed up on the glass doors into the care center where they wheeled my Dad to on the other side. Every single one inside and out had masks on. The most fun was watching Mom say and use her hands to show Dad over and over how much she loved him. At one point we had a countdown and all screamed at once I LOVE YOU to Daddy.

I kind of felt we gave him a flash mob of love. For my MOM it was a joyous joyous day in the midst of this crazy virus. We know the care center has covid cases so we all are quaranteening ourselves for awhile, keeping fingers crossed to.

real love ………………..

It was just confirmed last night that I have a Son and 2 Grandsons I never knew about.

First of all I am adopted and have since found both my birth Mother's side of the family as well as my birth Father's side.

It started when my half Brother Keith (Father's side) called me and told me according to Ancestry.com I have a very close relative who thinks he is my Grandson. I looked at my DNA relatives and saw where in DNA strength the Grandson's strength falls between 4 of my half siblings and 2 of my half Nieces and 1 half Nephew.

I called the Grandson last evening and asked him to look at his DNA relatives and see if he not only sees Keith, but also sees Bruce, Lisa, and Karen, all on my birth Mother's side. He said yes. They all are 2 generations away from him. His Father was also adopted and I spoke to him (my Son) Sunday.

I have never been married and until now have never had any known children.

Ain't life grand ?!?!

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.

Seems everything in life has trade offs so one just has to take the bad with the good. Luckily I've been told many times throughout life that I can find good in any bad situation. I like that compliment.

I know how lucky I am to still have both parents, especially for putting up with all the challenges us kids put them through. I'm also learning that trying to help them in their aged years is an honor and a chore.

Minor example; I love to cook, however I'm finding it is difficult to cook fairly bland and to make enough so there isn't any leftovers as they don't do leftovers. They have always had them but all us kids would go by and grab those leftovers throught the years, we loved them. I don't want left overs of bland food so I'm trying to cook differently than I'm used too. Challenge and figuring out what to fix is another challenge.

Today I'm going to make mango/strawberry smoothies for their lunch because having mango and strawberries in the freezer. I need to work on the foods from two households as Mom must have been grocery shopping before the accident and both our households were full. So have to plan meals around what is going to go bad first. Challenge.

Seeing Mom getting better, she now has the strength to walk on her own, just slowly. Blessing. Bone doctor put her shoulder in a different sling and gave her some therapy exercises as it is now frozen. Pain & Agony.

Repair man is on his way to fix heat/ac unit. Life is good. I love my home and being in it, near to the folks. I spent much of my life on the other side of the country, was a little home sick but truth be known I hate this state EXCEPT in winter when I love it.

Love Hate relationships? I love/hate my state and I love/hate technology but I LOVE LOVE my dog.

I'm not an apple gal hence Bella the tiny Chi has Not been given any either. Mom gave me a couple of apples saying she fried hers which I've never done. I peeled, chopped, cut a few raw pieces into Bella's food and hollered at her about 15 times to eat. I'm not sure what her problem is but she is not the least bit fond of eating which caused me to yell in a stern voice "EAT" repeatedly daily every time I feed her. Each time she smells each piece then starts to walk away - "EAT" she turns rinses and repeats to walk away. On the 15th yell she succumbs and cleans her dish.

I fried the apples according to Mom's recipe, fixed mine and the Chi's dishes, sat dows together to eat and Bella cleaned her plate before me. Say what??? She then ate two more bowls. I thought they were good but the only time I would ever fry them again is if someone gave me apples and that doesn't happen often nor buy them.

What will be interesting is if I do buy apples to cook for that damn 3 pound life of another species that I've fallen so in love with the last 12 years. No wonder one of my exes used to say if he ever gets to come back it would be one of my little dogs. I keep asking Bella if she is Ben but I get no recogniction yet if it is possible then he got to be a lucky son of a b*tch.

Oye Weh! WTF?
Texas teen reportedly turns Dad into the corrupt Fat Bald and Ignorant, for his illegal trespassing on January 6 in the Swamp. Lionized as a hero by the deep statist deep syndromic left, VERY deep. But we ask, was he indoctrinated to do so in our government schools? Soon a go fund me page, and a rich kid? And a book? Doubt it?
In my travels, speaking with every day folks, in the Anscluss Austria, the PRC, former USSdR, and post WWII fourth Reich, the latter was part of my undergrad degree in German, folks told me this sort of thing was once quite common, and encouraged by the Party. Rat on neighbors, and family.
Chairman Mao's Red Guard, Stalin's Komsomolkaya Pravda, Shickelgruber's H youth---what an interesting history. Calls for re-education camps, as for Uighurs, for us deranged Trumpsters, are not the only cautionary tales, peebles.
As always, don't just take my words for it. Just read.