Wow. Too good to be true. I woke up to my Google calendar email saying, "You have no events scheduled today." At 8:30 no less. Nice since it was snowing.
I went to my Sunday School Super Bowl party last night. Had fun, but embarrassed myself by asking if the Jets were ahead. When they said it was Green Bay v. Philly, I said, "Oh, of course. The Pirates." Needless to say, it was good for a laugh, but I felt really stupid. Or smart - clearly not a member of the hoi polloi. Stupid can be charming. In the right crowd. Hopefully, I came across as a genius, preoccupied with higher thoughts, rather than a ditzy, silly woman. Hell, I don't give a shit. Like Popeye says, I yam what I yam. Words to live by.
After a great, very productive day, I decided to do some major cooking for The D. I cooked crowder peas, made potato casserole, cut up veggies, baked a Sister Schubert roll, and gave him grapes for dessert.
He told me this morning that he hadn't pooped in two days. Wanted a laxative. I told him we should push the veggies and fruit first. Asked him if he was tired of celery, carrots, cucumbers and peppers, and he said no. Loaded him up tonight.
Very sweet thing. When I took him dinner on his tray, he told me I shouldn't do all that cooking. When he brought his clean plates to the kitchen, he said he liked it, and again, said I shouldn't go to so much trouble. Affirmation - I live for it.
I'm hoping I can take him to lunch at the senior center tomorrow.
I'm feeling better every day. I think he is, too.
For that, I'm grateful...
I think it is incredibly sweet how you take care of your dad. It has to be so very challenging and trying. But despite the lows, there are always ups. You're doing a great job!!
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