OK, you can keep the monkeys.
As to the unsupported, you're not far off. The rehab facility that my dad's in is dead center between my house and my office. 15/20 minutes from either. So I visit him every day, unless I have some personal or business engagement that doesn't allow. I bring him a mug of Irish (Barry's, if you're familiar) tea and a green salad (Iettuce, tomato, scallions, Ken's french dressing) because he enjoys the heck out of both. It makes my dad's day to get his tea and his salad, and he is so proud that he's the only person in the rehab that gets a visitor every damn day. Although I do notice that the most frequent visitors are daughters. And we daughters take our parents' laundry, even though the facility is supposed to do it. I'm still up at this ungodly hour because when I visited my dad after work today, his hamper was full, and I'm going on holiday starting Saturday, so I'm doing his wash now. ;
I'm still working, I go to the office at least 3x a week. My hubs is retired. Often I work from home in the morning, and then stop by dad's rehab on the way into the office, telling dad that "I'm on my lunch" so I can get away after an hour. Dad loves the outdoors, and the facility is not sufficiently staffed that an aide can take him outside and sit with him for a while. So when I've been working all morning, and I'm getting ready to go, I think it would be very helpful if I didn't have to ask for help with the tea-making or the salad-making. I know that if our roles were reversed, I would have the flask of tea and the salad makings ready for when he needed to go, so I'm just torn and sad that I have to ask for help with those things, that he wouldn't just up and help, considering that yard or house work is all that he has to do.
Ergo, the ceiling falling and him wanting to go to Home Depot instead of calling a professional.
And, super annoying, I'm going on my once annual Girls Cruise next week, starting on Saturday. It's my get away from everything that I've enjoyed for over ten years now. I've been telling my dad all week (and I hung a calendar in his room with notes) that I'll be gone from Saturday to the following Friday--and even though my husband will take on the daily visits while I'm gone, today dad told me that (1) he'd miss me very much while I'm away and (2) I'd been going on this trip every year for more than ten years so (3) I deserved it, but the part that really teed me off was that (4) he said I could go with his blessing. REALLY, dad, really? You're the only person in the facility who gets a daily visit, and yeah, you're grateful for it, which I appreciate, but at my age I do NOT need your blessing to take a vacation, and by gum, I certainly do deserve it.
Sorry all, thanks for "listening".
That crack was in a wall, not a ceiling.
I speak both sides of the Atlantic...I'm so confused!!!
(Never could figure out why the ink wasn't black -- whose idea was it to use purple only?)
) trip.
