These kind of go hand-in-hand, yes?
I believe for the first time in well over a decade, we actually got a refund!
Thatâs never going to happen again.
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Bring on the AI steak sauce.
Theyâre starting them young on A1 steak sauce (kindergarten and 1st grade)
Always kept a bottle for my dad.
I see what you did there!
#LindaMcMahon
What a great picture! Did you need special settings?
Not at all. Just terrible weather and my phone. And thank you
Now the sun is out. I guess that is rather April-ly of the weatherâŚ
Subtract 12 degrees F, add snow and thatâs what Iâm seeing outside right now.
This just never gets old.
Why donât we use unguents anymore?
We have lotions, creams, and ointments. Thereâs even a salve or two still kicking around.
But I havenât seen an unguent mentioned outside a biblical or fantasy novel context in at least 40 years.
This may be filed under the same category as âWhereâs my flying car?â and âQuicksand is not nearly the problem I was lead to believe.â
I forget which rule number it is, but much like rule 34 (âIf it exists, thereâs porn of it.â) one of the internet rules is âThere is always an appropriate xkcd.â
Our humidity here in the afternoons has been off & on about 20-25% (itâs commonly 50% this time of year) and my hands have taken their toll in terms of drying. Plus I do a lot of dishes and washing of my grandson who insists on smearing his face, head, tummy, arms and back in Cream of Wheat.
I have taken to rubbing into my hands and elbows cleaned beef tallow. Isnât that an unguent? (Not sure of definition)
Hereâs a not-very-cleaned vs more-cleaned version of my tallows.
What does that have to do with cows and camels??
Oh . . . you didnât mean ungulate
Mom has officially been moved to the âmemory careâ unit at the rasidential facility. It is a separate ward with more restricted access, more specialized staff, and a more controlled environment. Her dementia has advanced to the point where she is unable to coexist with more âpresentâ residents. She cannot remember her age, forgets that she was married or had children, asks to go to her childhood home and see her parents.
The move to the unit has meant downsizing her possessions once again. The extra items are being placed in storage but I will have to go through them and decided what to keep and ship out to California and what to simply get rid of.
The partner and I will be going to Chicago the first weekend of May to deal with those logistics and see some cousins. We might drive up to Milwaukee for a Cubs v Brewers game.
It seems very likely that this will be the visit where Mom will no longer recognize me or remember who I am. If not this time, then certainly quite soon. Itâs difficult to spend any extended period of time with her. Conversation is essentially the same 2 or 3 questions on a 30 second loop. Her frustration and confusion is upsetting to witness. I canât even imagine how terrifying it must be from the inside.
Once again, I advise avoiding getting old at nearly any cost. The average experience appears to be rather sub-par.
I am so sorry. I watched my grandmother and then my favorite uncle go through this and it is difficult for everyone. When I was in highschool I used to grandma-sit so my aunt and uncle could get some time away (she lived with them). I was OK when she didnât recognize me, but she used to tell me Conrad was coming to pick her up. Conrad was my grandfather who died when I was eight. As I said, very difficult.
I feel very fortunate that dad was sharp until the end. Momâs starting to lose it a bit, but I think thatâs more advanced age combined with loss of hearing and vision.
I can offer nothing but good thoughts and a wish for strength for your visit in May.
Sorry Bro. My dad, same thing a few years back. itâs damned tough to go through. Sorry again. I like your advice to simply âavoid getting oldâ.
I do worry about myself getting old enough that my kids have to deal with this and hope for an older-enough widowmaker intervention instead.