And a happy St Patrick's Day to all of you who are and are not Irish, even if you're reading this at home, looking out at Big Snow. I felt so much better, this weekend, I did some serious spring cleaning--emptying and scrubbing down a shelving unit, rearranging the shelves, rethinking what to store on them. All the rest of that wall needs is an opportunity to take down, launder, and rehang the curtains. I now have only 35 walls and the floors left to spring-clean. When I get seriously into spring-cleaning I can make it last into July.
One link and a couple of rants...
Communication, Serious Problems In
This one was prompted by something posted on a forum, long enough ago that, if you think you know the family, you probably don't. Here's the problem:
You are well over age 70, maybe 80 or even 90, and married to a person with advanced dementia. Your spouse does usually remember who you are and where things are in your home. New memories of who other people are and where other places are don't seem to take. When, for example, you take your spouse to see the dentist next week, you know your spouse will not recognize the dentist but will take your word that this person is a dentist, and will forget, on the way home, having just been to the dentist, and may mumble something like "My teeth feel funny. I should see the dentist."
Your spouse has a sister who is the bossy type and would be delighted to declare that you're no longer competent to care for your spouse. You don't have children, so sister would be the next candidate to be your spouse's legal guardian. Sister is not very patient and would probably shove your spouse into one of those nursing homes where you've heard senile patients wailing "Help! Take me out of here!" when you've visited friends. Your spouse does not have all that much money, but sister would just love to find a way to get what your spouse does have willed to her.
Sister was not told when the dentist's appointment is, but sister issued one of those invitations that really amount to orders or even threats. You and your spouse must come to dinner and see their new furniture.
"Maybe on Friday?" you say. "Allowing a day to recover from the dental operation? The dentist is thirty miles in the opposite direction from your house. On Wednesday and probably even Thursday we'll both be tired."
Sister says, "No, I insist! You must be the first guests to have dinner in the new dining room!" with a grin like a shark.
You are a Christian, so dropping something into sister's tea, hiring someone to make sure your spouse inherits from her rather than vice versa, or even setting fire to the new curtains is not an option. What do you do?
Logic, Male
I know it's meant to be funny. Is it funny? How often do things like this actually happen?
Weather
So far it's not Big Snow, but it's wet snow, freezing and clinging to the pink petals that had just started to cover the Feral Elberta Peach Tree. A feral peach tree that bears fruit that can be identified with a commercial variety is a freak of nature few people live to see--usually, if a peach pit that rolls where gravity takes it sprouts into a tree at all, any fruit it bears are little green knobs--but even the Feral Elberta Peach Tree will have a hard year.
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