Wednesday, March 12, 2014

Chiropractic appointment early today. Needed to arouse mom early. She had apparently had a BM in the evening and left evidence in the bathroom. I walked the pups, fed the pups, cleaned the bathroom, had breakfast, prepared mom’s cereal bowl (now almost all unsweetened Cheerios—we titrated down the Honey Nut Cheerios they same way we do dog food changes), and got mom into the shower. Then off to the chiropractor and the supermarket. 

But alas, we are ready for the waterproofing crew to come on Saturday. Much of the “stuff” from the basement is now on the porch and some will be in the garage come Friday night. Then Jake will come in June to work on the basement shelving. 

Heard mom ask again, Where did Sandy go? Can’t really spend much time with her. Must work. And she cannot accompany me to stores and such. Would like to get her out on the porch again, now that it’s warming up. But the porch is too crowded with basement stuff. We look like hoarders. Am hoping Rob will move some of his boxes back into storage. He refuses to part with his papers from the F.S. era. That hateful man did not pay Rob for 9 months. Of course, why Rob continued to work for him is beyond me. F.S. is sick, but he apparently has no trouble finding new wives. 

Had a great night with my new pillow. Actually slept through the night and didn’t want to get up this morning. Oh, there goes mom with Rob behind, saying Use your cane. As my cousin Marje put it, it’s an air cane—rarely hits the floor and is of very little use. Mom is now in her bedroom, watching television. Have been putting on old TV programs such as “The Waltons,” “Andy Griffith,” and “Gilligan’s Island.” (Oh crap, I had to ask Rob for the name of that last show. At times, I think I need the curcumin as much as my mother does.)

 Well, back to work.