I mentioned GPS locators in the other thread, phouka. Any chance those might help?
Week Two of trying out the no-poo hair regimen. My hair isn’t … greasy, necessarily, but it feels … hard, I guess. I’ve been wearing it slicked back into a bun.
Note to self: stop being a weekend warrior. When your computer-job-having ass tries to spend two full days digging holes and pulling sod in the sun, you’re going to hate yourself on Monday.
Like today. Now, stopit.
It hasn’t been a great time for dads. 
About a month ago I got a call from my sister – my dad had just had a stroke, and was airlifted to another city. On the same day, my sister’s father-in-law went into a hospital, and we knew he’d never leave. This must have been tough on my nieces, to have both grandfathers go in at the same time. But they seemed to weather it pretty well.
It was the toughest on my brother-in-law. He had to shuttle back and forth between two hospitals that are hours apart, as well as deal with some pretty bad problems at his job. His father died a week ago today. The funeral was Saturday.
My father is doing a little better every day. He even spoke a little bit on Wednesday. And he’s grinnin’ like a grinnin’ fool.
**purp **- I went from daily shampooing to twice a week and it took about 3 weeks or so before my hair stopped feeling gross and disgusting on the 3rd or 4th day. Unfortunately, I’ve started doing daily sweaty yard work, and there’s no way I can’t wash more frequently. I’ve tried just rinsing in in clear water, but if I’m going to be seen by people in the real world, I can’t get away with that.
**Kanga **- our front door has barrel bolts at the top and bottom (the people we bought from were really paranoid about multiple locks everywhere.) That would put them outside your dad’s field of view but they’re easy to slide, so IMHO they’re a non-issue for a quick escape. Our garage man-door has a lock at the bottom that you step on to engage, and the release is just under the locking cylinder - no key required and also out of his field of view. With the bonus of being something you can operate with your foot, so he wouldn’t necessarily see what you were doing…
**FCD **is sawing - guess I need to get out there…
Not until they’re so small we can tag his underwear without him knowing.
In the meantime, if he can see or feel them - like the bracelets they make - we won’t be able to get one on him, let alone keep one on him. sigh
FCM, I’m all for barrel locks - there’s one on our bedroom door that I used when Dad was getting really out of hand. However, Mom appears to be against the idea of any and all locks. She just wants a warning/alert system.
That was a quick saw session - even with his back brace, holding an 11# chain saw is hard on my sweetie. But he downed one more tree then cut up 3 trunks for me to load.
What I wanted to share earlier when I got distracted, my bro sent me one of those “you know you’re getting older when…” emails and there was one on the list I’d never seen before:
Your secrets are safe with your friends because they can’t remember them either.
Soapy, it sounds like your Dad was a very special man, and one I wish i could have known.
My relationship with my father was…difficult.
So much so that I joined the Navy when I was 19 and left his house, vowing never to return. I wouldn’t have either, but my little brother died 5 years later. Seeing my dad in his grief brought us back together, mostly
He had a triple bypass when he was just about the age I am now, and lived another 10 years after that. My mom came home from the store and found him in his favorite chair in front of the TV. He was buried in the military cemetary in Pensacola. He had been in the Navy during WW II and fought in the Pacific.
He’s been gone 10+ years now and I miss him.
Taters, to answer your question from last week; No, no more stents. That was the first thing they checked. The stent they put in 6 years ago was doing fine and my pipes were in great shape. They have no idea what happened. My cardiologist thinks my heart may have been attacked by a virus. What’s concerning is that it hasn’t improved in the last 3 months. The plan right now is for me to try to lose some weight, I’m about 30 pounds over what I’d like to be, and exercise as much as I’m able to build my strength back up. I was surprised that my heart function hadn’t improved, as I feel a whole lot better than I did last year. We’ll see how it looks in June. I’ll be on Medicare then and they can do all the tests they want at that time. My insurance right now sucks.
Gotta stop now and go to the bank, Need to deposit our ‘earnings’ from the market Sat. and they’re too little to go on their own.
Check with your local Dementia support group.
http://www.bupa.co.nz/Alarm-Help-at-home.aspx
These things are out there. None of them require anything to be attached to your dad. They all trigger a unit that can be passed between carers or placed under a pillow so only one person is woken in the household.
When we had an ADT alarm system it included a door chime. Not loud, but loud enough to alert you if someone left.
My dad had some episodes like that. Once we found him sitting in the car in the middle of the night.
kanga there are alarms out there that will beep when one opens the door that can be bought at a hardware store. Yeah, it might be a little loud but consider this, if he decides to go walkabout at three a.m. while everyone is asleep you want loud.
In other news, home from irk and the general’s dindin got swiped.
That’s sort of why I’m going no-poo, but in reverse. I’ve started doing daily sweaty yard work (DSYW :D) but my hair is pretty dry and I don’t like to shampoo it more than twice or maybe thrice a week. I was hoping that if I did this, I could give it a rinse easy day, and then maybe do the baking soda/vinegar cleaning a couple times a week as well.
We’ll see. Unfortunately, we’re going to a wedding this weekend and it’s quite likely that I’ll cave and undo whatever scalp-related progress I’ve made so far.
I got the apartment!!!
I don’t get to move in until the middle of April and I have to give them $400 tomorrow, but I got the apartment!
Yay ShinyCat!!!
General Tso’s dindin was especially good tonight. I think the spiciness kinda opened up my sinuses a bit.
Yay for the new apartment!
Supper was good - polish sausage, sugar snap peas, instant smashed N.O.T. (yeah, I like 'em. shut up) and my first attempt at homemade cole slaw. **FCD **liked it, and since I made it for him, I’ll count it as a win.
I’m about to assume the knit position for the night. Gotta sleep early so I can be all bright-eyed and awake for my lunch date tomorrow. 
I’m considering killing Middlebro.
We’ve both always been early to bed and early rise, but since he met his now-wife and discovered that the sun shone out her ass, he’s forgotten it. She’s a late person; not only that, but she refuses to believe or accept that there is such a thing as “morning people” and “afternoon people”. Their son is a later, their daughter an earlier.
Yesterday he called me at 11pm. At one point he said “are you dizzy? You sound strange” “no, I’m horizontal.”
Eleven fucking pee em is NOT an appropriate hour to call someone whose natural waking hour is 5 fucking ei em, damnit!
He’s lucky to be 400km away :mad:
On further and non-murder-related news, he’s got a work interview today. The reason he was calling is that he’d written me an email telling me about the interview (someone tell the newspapers! Middlebro has actually sent an email!) and apparently thinks I have gmail open 24/7; I hadn’t seen it, thus I hadn’t answered. That one time per year he sends an email, the rest of us must await it with bated breath and answer before he’s had time to power the laptop down.
Gratz on the apartment, Shiny One! And don’t kill your bf, Scones; there’s no MMP in jail.
Ivory, I am sorry for your loss.
I hate to bring the thread down further but I lost my mother on Thursday.
Essentially, I lost the woman who was my mother about 6 years ago when she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, but her body finally let go this week. No matter how much you expect it, no matter how much time you have to prepare yourself and no matter how much you know that she will at least finally be free of that horrible disease - it’s still hard.
She would have been 84 on Easter Sunday.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 54 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 82 for the day and of course a high pollen count. GRRRRR… I keep hopin’ tree sex will be over in a couple of weeks but I fear that is wishful thinkin’.
{{{Coyote}}} I’m so sorry for your loss of your mom. She, you and your whole family are in my thoughts and prayers. I lost my dad to AD so I know kinda how your feelin’.
Nava I had a friend who would call da cave at unogly hours of the night. I, too, am one of those five a.m. or thereabouts risers. I cured him by callin’ him several days in a row between five and five thirty a.m. Worked like a charm!
Now I must seek more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, purtification for irk must commence.
Happy Tuesday Y’all!
I’m sorry for your loss, Coyote.
swampy, I keep getting these visuals of geraniums on windowsills hooting catcalls at the ones on the next windowsill over.
I don’t need to call him at those hours, my niece avenges me already. She gets up at 6, and Middlebro & Wife can’t just let her play by herself; he has to get up. That level of stupidity is its own punishment…
{{{Wile E}}} - so very sorry.
**Nava **- my inlaws have always been night people and we have always pretty much been get-up-at-5-people (even now, I’m retired and I tend to get up with my husband.) Years back, my FIL had a habit of calling around 10 or so, and since the phone always seemed to be on my side of the bed, it scared the crap out of me and woke me up, usually just when I’d started reaching a deep sleep. I told my husband to tell his father that if he called us after 9PM, he’d better be on fire!!! He got the point.
Yep, up early. I’m going to run a load of unders this morning and I need to go get some milk and a few other grocery-like substances. Assuming nothing comes up, I’ll be leaving a bit before 12 to meet Tugig. If something does come up, considering how insane his life has been of late, I reserve the right to abuse him in the MMP for standing me up, even tho I do understand that not everyone considers lunch with me to be a not-to-be-missed event.
I think I’ll let WaWa make breakfast, since we’re out of milk and all. Happy Tuesday!
Do you need me to tell your mom the story about the dead guy in the woods across the street from my high school? That’ll make her install some locks tout suite.
It’s a pity I can’t draw worth shit, I’m having this mental image of Middlebro floating over the playing-with-blocks Kidlette going whuppa-whuppa-whuppa-whuppa… his cowlick is going round and round, it’s the tiniest propeller ever (are they called propellers in copters too?).
This is what happens when I get awakened in the middle of First Sleep, which explains why I don’t do drugs. I hear other people need hallucinogenics for this, in my case a phone call at an ungodly hour is enough.
whuppa whuppa whuppa whuppa…