Christmas and the Fate of a New Year
Merry Christmas, Darling!
Today is the twin's birthday and tomorrow Risa flies down to visit Dad for the holidays. Jon and Wes are still living in Dad's house and Jon is doing nothing about getting himself a job. I doubt he ever will. Wesley has contacted a head hunter who is looking for him, but unfortunately, the time for finding a job has passed. He has no skills and no ability to be trained because he won't follow directions. The house looks like a dope den with nothing being cleaned on a regular basis. Jon does have the dishes done periodically, but nothing else is ever cleaned. I want to go in and move everything to storage while I work on the place one room at a time. I tried to paint the place last year, but Jon and Wes were unable to keep it clean. Eventually, I gave up. I couldn't take care of their place and mine at the same time.
Which brings me to my home. Things are a bit better with the dining room cleaned and set up for Risa to use as a makeshift bedroom. I cleaned up lots of boxes, but wore out and dumped the residue in my closet where it'll be out of the way while she's here. I'll try to bring them back out one box at a time until I finish, but it is taking me years to go through all the stuff!
Dad has worn an EEG/EKG monitor continually for the past 3 days to see if there is anything the doctors can do to help Pop live longer. The unit consisted of electrodes on his head and shoulders, a backpack that he had to wear constantly, and a camera that was to record his sleeping. I don't know if it will be enough. He seems resigned to living until he falls one too many times. I ask him to use the Nitro, and he does for about 2 days after he has fallen, then it is back to trying to walk without it.
Which brings me to this: Dad fell out of bed yesterday morning, backpack and all. He laid there waiting for help to get up until Joel heard him tapping his cane on the bedroom door and picked him up. Joel immediately came by to get me right after. I was horrified and still am. I want him to be OK, but he has such a stubborn streak that I'm not sure I can continue to care for him.
I wish you were here to help ease my mind. I get so upset and can't control my frustration and fury at not being able to keep him safe. I can love him and present the best for him, but he has to also want the best for him, too. Just say you'll be there for me when I come, please...
I also am frustrated that I made an ooboo with my Visiting Teachers a week ago. The Sunday School lesson was on being a Good Citizen and I mentioned that just before the last federal election, Deseret News voiced that as Latter-day Saints we were to vote for morally upstanding candidates. I also mentioned that I was so unhappy with Donald Trump as President. One of my Visiting Teachers became enraged and stated that he didn't smoke or drink. I started to state that anyone who sexually attacked women was not morally correct, but should be stopped. Mostly because she equated not smoking nor drinking with being morally upstanding, I hesitated enraging her more. She ranted for a while and I let her because she was stating something that needed to come off her chest. I must never state anything again. If word gets to the bishop, I am sure I'll be released from gospel doctrine. I may never teach again...
"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?" Not my most upbeat of posts, is it?
Take care, and know that I love you very much.
Today is the twin's birthday and tomorrow Risa flies down to visit Dad for the holidays. Jon and Wes are still living in Dad's house and Jon is doing nothing about getting himself a job. I doubt he ever will. Wesley has contacted a head hunter who is looking for him, but unfortunately, the time for finding a job has passed. He has no skills and no ability to be trained because he won't follow directions. The house looks like a dope den with nothing being cleaned on a regular basis. Jon does have the dishes done periodically, but nothing else is ever cleaned. I want to go in and move everything to storage while I work on the place one room at a time. I tried to paint the place last year, but Jon and Wes were unable to keep it clean. Eventually, I gave up. I couldn't take care of their place and mine at the same time.
Which brings me to my home. Things are a bit better with the dining room cleaned and set up for Risa to use as a makeshift bedroom. I cleaned up lots of boxes, but wore out and dumped the residue in my closet where it'll be out of the way while she's here. I'll try to bring them back out one box at a time until I finish, but it is taking me years to go through all the stuff!
Dad has worn an EEG/EKG monitor continually for the past 3 days to see if there is anything the doctors can do to help Pop live longer. The unit consisted of electrodes on his head and shoulders, a backpack that he had to wear constantly, and a camera that was to record his sleeping. I don't know if it will be enough. He seems resigned to living until he falls one too many times. I ask him to use the Nitro, and he does for about 2 days after he has fallen, then it is back to trying to walk without it.
Which brings me to this: Dad fell out of bed yesterday morning, backpack and all. He laid there waiting for help to get up until Joel heard him tapping his cane on the bedroom door and picked him up. Joel immediately came by to get me right after. I was horrified and still am. I want him to be OK, but he has such a stubborn streak that I'm not sure I can continue to care for him.
I wish you were here to help ease my mind. I get so upset and can't control my frustration and fury at not being able to keep him safe. I can love him and present the best for him, but he has to also want the best for him, too. Just say you'll be there for me when I come, please...
I also am frustrated that I made an ooboo with my Visiting Teachers a week ago. The Sunday School lesson was on being a Good Citizen and I mentioned that just before the last federal election, Deseret News voiced that as Latter-day Saints we were to vote for morally upstanding candidates. I also mentioned that I was so unhappy with Donald Trump as President. One of my Visiting Teachers became enraged and stated that he didn't smoke or drink. I started to state that anyone who sexually attacked women was not morally correct, but should be stopped. Mostly because she equated not smoking nor drinking with being morally upstanding, I hesitated enraging her more. She ranted for a while and I let her because she was stating something that needed to come off her chest. I must never state anything again. If word gets to the bishop, I am sure I'll be released from gospel doctrine. I may never teach again...
"Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?" Not my most upbeat of posts, is it?
Take care, and know that I love you very much.
posted by Frank's Girl | 10:27 AM
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