Well, dang. I was trying to remove an old blog from my blog reading list on the side of my blog and I deleted them all! UGH! I'm too tired right now to re-do them all. Sorry fellow bloggers! I probably won't get it fixed this week. Too much going on with my jobs and year end stuff trying to stay caught up. Plus, I'm not working Friday, since in the morning, I'll be traveling and then at the office all day and then visiting my mom all weekend.
DH is getting grumpy and crabby. Not enough to keep him busy and his mind occupied. It's just a big old catch 22 out in his shop. He should be able to spend hours out there putting around and keepign busy, but he can't work on anything out there because there's no room and he can't make room until he can get rid of/sell some of the stuff. And he can't get the stuff ready to sell because there's no room to get it ready to sale (some things to sell need to get re-assembled)...He is trying to sell some of the racing stuff, but no luck. I'm sure that is a combination of several factors. We no longer live where the racers live, so it's not convenient for them to buy, and lets face it, the stuff is old now and some of it probably getting obsolete. Or racers just are wanting new stuff, instead of used. And I'm sure he still thinks it worth way more than it really is, by now. He did have one inquiry, but didn't pan out. It all just puts him in a bad mood. I don't know how many times he just threatens to start taking stuff to the dump. Fine by me! At this point I don't really care what he does with it. It's all just a complete pain in the butt. I suggest just putting a "steal of a price" on the stuff. It'll probably be gone in no time. At least get something for it, compared to just dumping it, right? But no, he can't let someone get it for a steal. That would make him unhappy, too, LOL. The shop is just basically a big expensive storage unit! Just dumb. He can't even start putting up shelves to start to get organized, because until he gets rid of some of it, there's no room to even do that. Classic hoarder, except that he does like everything neat and orderly, at least.
He's on edge with just about everything. Yesterday he got the window cleaner spray can out from under the kitchen sink. It's right there in front, when you open the cabinet door. Then he reminds me (for the 1000th time in 35 years) "don't be piling a bunch of stuff under the sink and having it knock over and mess up the pipes" (or something to that effect). I know. I keep stuff away from the pipes. I keep the stuff I use regularly right up front, not even near the pipes. If I do, on occasion, need something stored farther back I'm always very careful not to bump anything on the pipes, yada yada. I said to him have you ever, in 35 years of having a home, had to fix a pipe under one of our sinks, because something stored underneath broke it? (the answer is NO) Well, that set him off, LOL. He fumed and sputtered and then said "well, it's gonna happen!". Then he took everything out from under the kitchen sink and put in all in a box that is now sitting on the kitchen floor and says "there, now the problem is fixed". Whatever, I really don't care. He can be completely ridiculous.
I was going to call my mom a little after 10am her time this morning to try to make sure she got her meds taken a little earlier than I've been getting around to calling this week, at 11 or l1:30. But, I had an issue come up with my computer at work and was waiting for a call from our IT dept, so I couldn't call her until 10:50. When I brought up if she took her morning pills it was her usual "oh yeah, I did" Then I said, well, I think you still need to fill in the box for Thurs-Sat, can you take a look at it for me and see? Oh, of course Wed, this morning, was not taken! ARGH!! I told DD I don't get how she has no problem remembering to call her BF every morning but can't remember she has pills to take every morning. It shouldn't be this hard! I thought at least calling every morning, then I can make sure she's got her pills taken, but even this isn't working. She told me she will fill up Thurs-Sat after we got off the phone. I know she most likely didn't do it. and I'll know she didn't do it when I get there Friday and see there are no pills left in her Friday evening and nothing will be in there for Saturday.........Plus, she just takes her time getting up and going now in the mornings (which is fine) but she still needs to be taking her morning medication in the morning, not at 11, or 11:30, or whenever she finally remembers. Alarm system set up will be a must. The crappy part is Saturday morning we are leaving early to go meet my uncle halfway and have breakfast, so I can't set the alarm to try out until Saturday evening's pill time.
And even if we still lived just 5 miles apart, like we used to, there is no way I can manage her meds like she needs. Sure, I could go fill them up once a week (which would be nice), but I couldn't be there every morning and evening to make sure she's taken them, I could only call her like I am doing now. She's still not got involved with any of the activities in her apartment community. She keeps saying (almost daily) that she needs to and I keep encouraging her. I'll say, just pick one to try. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.
I want to call her current retirement place and talk to them. Explain what is going on with her and see what services they might be able to recommend in the area to help her, and maybe help her stay there as long as possible. I was looking up the phone number and then clicked on google reviews. Found a review by a local "Senior Care" agency, that said they are always impressed by the facility and it's employees when they come to assist residents in the care of their agency. Good to know! And then there was a lengthy review done by a prospective resident. She said you don't even need a car to live there. They offer a free car service if you are going within 10 miles and if going farther, it's still cheaper than a taxi. Again! Good to know! I'm going to give her place a call and see all what is available to her and what they can recommend for outside services.
The retirement service place sounds like a great opportunity. I know the concern you have having lived it with my parents.
ReplyDeleteat least I know that is an option (and one that should resolve the problem) if the alarm notification doesn't work.
DeleteIt sounds like your grumpy old man is much like the one here. I am still not allowed to put things in the cabinets because I will mess them up/overcrowd them.
ReplyDeleteIf she calls him every morning, I would bet this is what HE expects, and she had better not forget. Even though she is kind to him, he probably has expectations that he does not let her have any space to think about the activities.
She keeps saying she wants to go visit him (because he probably doesn't have much longer) but I think it's the driving there that is keeping her from not going, so I'm hoping me telling her about the taxi service, she will use that and feel better that she got to go see him. DD and I are taking her to see him Saturday.
DeleteI call DH a 'grumbly dog' - he's like one of those old dogs that has to growl and grumble but is all bark and no bite.
ReplyDeleteThe situation with your mum sounds concerning. I remember the same happening with my mum, such a worry for you. do you have a home care service there that could call in on her each day and check on her meds?
I looked online at it looks like there are several senior care/in home services in her area, so if the medication alarm/reminder doesn't work, I'll be giving those places a call to set up service to her.
DeleteOh gosh, hoarding! My ex was like that. When he moved out and took just some of his things, he took SIX huge speakers out of our small TV room! SIX! I didn't replace any of them because I don't need "surround sound" to watch the commercials and it's amazing how much bigger that room suddenly became! And I understand your hubs thinks his stuff is worth something but I guess it's only as "valuable" as someone else is willing to pay for it. Good luck though!
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