The summer heat was affecting the garden, no matter how much we watered. Dave decided to remove some of the squash leaves so light could let the tomatoes, cucumbers and peppers have a better chance of finishing out the season.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last photo you took.” Take the last photo you snapped. What’s the first word that comes to mind when you look at it? That word is your prompt. Enjoy!
The first word that came to my mind when I snapped this was “elephant”, as in, it looked like an elephant came in and sat in the middle of our garden! 🤣🤣
I know, I know, it’s not the best picture in the world, but it IS the last one I snapped, I’m just following the rules here! I literally texted Dave with the picture and asked him if he did that to the garden and he affirmed that he did. I’m hoping for better results next year with the addition of our compost.
I’m up early, as I have been each day Dad has been here, so I can blog or whatever before he comes in the living room. Poor man, he had to visit during the week of the Olympics. At home, he wouldn’t have been watching Im sure, but he is a good sport and never complains about it. It’s not all we’ve watched, for sure, but he’s watched a lot with us. I love the Olympics and I feel like we owe it to the athletes who worked so hard to get there do their thing! It’s been incredibly exciting in spots, the gymnastics and swimming are my favorites.
Things have been going well since he’s been here, I hope he feels cared for and loved, I’m certainly happier he is here, my anxiety has been much lower, replaced by concern that we make him feel welcome, and that we aren’t boring him to tears. He doesn’t do much anymore anyway, but I don’t want him to think we sit around so much normally. We just want to be here for his every need, and I hate the thought of him being alone, even in my own house. I do what needs to be done when he naps…which is a lot, lol. I love my dad and I only want to help him, I hope he understands that. I really wish he would stay with me, but I doubt he will. We will see. Maybe he will be more willing to come for several days at a time, sporadically, eventually ending up here some day. I really feel like we should sell the house and have Sean move on and grow up (at 40 it’s time don’t ya think?), however, I don’t know if either of them are quite ready for that yet.
Next week we go back to the neurologist and I can give him a more accurate assessment after seeing his routine each day, observing small changes like his abilities to walk or the fact that his brain is still sharp…he’s been beating the pants off of me in Words with Friends! He knows his pills by sight, what he’s supposed to take at what time, etc. yet other times it seems he has a bit of dementia. Then again, it could simply be the horrible lack of communication because he doesn’t talk anymore. Thank God I’m such an empathetic person, I anticipate what he wants most of the time. When I can’t, I have him write it on a whiteboard. Texting is very difficult on a small phone with his severe tremor, and he doesn’t fight me when I give him coffee cups with lids on them. We did have to have a talk about a personal issue dealing with his increasing incontinence, but I think we are on the same page. Dave and I may be going shopping for some things to deal with that today.
Sorry, you got more than you bargained for with this installment of SoCS, thanks for bearing with me, enjoy your weekend, beautiful people!