I haven’ blogged in quite some time and I didn’t even take the time to look at what my last blog was about. I’ve been concentrating on other things and nothing has come to mind to blog about. However, I like blogging and decided that I would give a short accounting of my whereabouts as of late.
I have become addicted to loom knitting and crochet. YouTube is a great resource for learning or relearning, in my case. This activity keeps me from binge snacking so it’s a good thing. Plus, it keeps my mind off of the obsessive thoughts and worries that continually plague me. I have been loom knitting beanies for most of Bean’s friends and for Bean. I have been crocheting magic square potholders and today I followed my first real pattern and made a dishcloth. I can see many of those to follow and hopefully the next one won’t be quite as wonky and since I have learned to properly make a double crochet, the border on the next one will look better. This one isn’t too shabby though.
This one is pretty for spring and I think it will do nicely for scrubbing some dirty dishes.
Several weeks ago my sister called out of the blue and said that she had decided to move to where my parents are in NM from AZ, move in with them, and take care of them. This decision came just as my brother and his wife were seeking someone to stay with my parents full time. We had a time line all set and then a crisis moment hit. All of the sudden my daddy, who was on a slow progression of Alzheimer’s, quickly descended into a new stage, worse than the last. The stage of halucinations and imagination had taken over. The situation was rather dire and so the time line was shifted. Berry and I made the drive to AZ and helped my sister finish packing and then drove with her to NM. When we arrived we realized just how desperate the situation was. Berry and I were gone from CA for almost 3 weeks. We all laughed, cried, and cursed together as adjustments were made for all of us.
My parents could imagine together and the next moment not know that they were even married to one another. My mom’s condition had worsened to the point that a trip to the ER was made neccessary. I’m not sure what the worst moment of the trip was, but I sure had my eyes opened to a whole new reality of what this disease does to one’s mind. Don’t get me wrong, the trip was filled with many blessings. One of which was getting to connect with my sister on a whole new level. She is a wonderfully strong woman and determined to do the best for mama and daddy.
It took me a full week to recover after the trip. I was so exhausted, but I can’t complain, I came home to a reasonably sane environment and my sis is still there in what can be described as crazy land most days. You never know what is going to be said or done from one moment to the next. Sometimes the events will send you into uproarious laughter and the next moment you find yourself in tears, or body racking sobs. The emotions are about as predictable as their actions.
So now I’m home and we have gotten back into the swing of home school routine, high school and it’s unending demands, my hubby’s work, and just life in general. Daily I get reports from my sister and antedotes of what mama and daddy are up to. Sometimes this includes pictures of their antics which often times just make me shake my head in wonder. I’m going to close with my favorite story from our trip.
Daddy had been shaving until the week before we arrived. He liked the process of shaving, the ritual if you will. Well, it was obvious that he had forgotten how to shave. He would tell us that he was going to go in and shave and then return, unshaven, after a long absence. So, one Saturday morning I decided to take him to a local barber for a shave and a haircut. We arrived and Daddy sat in the chair. The nice young man gave him a nice short haircut and then began shaving. He cleaned up his eyebrows, trimmed the hair growing from his ears and nose, and trimmed the beard and then lathered him up for a close shave. Daddy had his eyes closed when the young man was done and as the chair was put into it’s upright postion Daddy exclaimed, “I can’t see anything!” I chuckled and the two young men stiffled their laughter. I said, “well daddy, that’s because your eyes are closed, you can open them now.” He smiled and said, “Well, that explains why I can’t see anything.” Yep, that would do it!