Currently waiting for his doctor to call about his blood work. Glad he’s feeling well enough to be a nuisance, but I’m concerned about Allie’s well-being. The frail little old lady needs her calories (and ChunkyButt does not need hers plus his own) and does not need to be mugged by someone five years younger and probably several pounds heavier.
FCM, so sorry.
I still miss my father terribly, but the poor guy was ready to go. My mom was deeply sad, but also slept better that night for the first time in a long time because she wasn’t listening for a medical emergency or getting urgent mid-night calls from the hospital.
My FIL came out of surgery with stepwise progression of his dementia and dysphagia. He made the decision to stop eating and went to a residential hospice, where he died within a week. My MIL kept falling and had dementia with a lot of memory problems. At the end, she was also in residential hospice. She was incredibly frustrated because she meant to stop eating but kept forgetting that resolution. We were supportive of their intentions, and very glad they were both in facilities where they had privacy, assistance, medical care, and could have frequent visits from family. Both of their deaths were sad and a relief to us, as well as to them.
I hope your MIL has a swift and peaceful passing. A hospital bed should help keep her from falling as much or wandering when you and FCD aren’t monitoring her closely.
Our two are similarly mismatched in size and eating syles. Even when we watched over them, Khoshekh could wipe out a quarter of Roxy’s food bowl with one swipe of a tongue. We finally resorted to a slow feeder mat for him. Luckily, he’ll usually eat all of his food before trying to shove her away from hers, so it works (although someone still has to supervise).
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I simulposted & didn’t see your update, FCM. I’m thinking of you and yours. This is an impossibly difficult time, and it sure seems like you and FCD are handling it with a whole lot of grace.
i’m sorry. i hope for a peaceful and painless passing.
you and fcd are supporting her, handing her over to those on the other side. she is going from your hands to theirs. from her son’s hands to her husband’s. love to love.
We have come to the realization that we do indeed have a second cat. This is Pretty Girl. She is a three year old feral cat that seems to have adopted my wife. She does not try to avoid me but will sit quietly near the water bowl my wife put there during the recent hot weather. My wife has started feeding her in the morning. Today she was on the porch when I left. She walked away and went to her food bowl on the wall and waited for my wife.
Bonus cat!
The Cat Distribution System strikes again.
We have a sorta bonus cat - a gray and white feline who is occasionally seen on the front porch or next to FCD’s shop. She runs away when she sees us (I assume it’s a she) but she looks well-fed, so maybe she just likes hanging out here.
The hallucinations are getting weirder and weirder. MIL’s so confused. It’s sad.
Afternoon all. Swimming has been swum (1.25 miles in 78 minutes) and in about an hour or so Soccer will be soc’d, so had a Salad Bowl and apple to tide me over. 88F outside, so lots of water breaks for the boys (and the coach).
{{{FCM}}}, at least she will have family and those that care around her. Hopefully her passing will be peaceful while she sleeps.
Sticky Buns, best wishes on the job search and the knee.
Oopsie, that is one cute picture. And fingers crossed for a intelligent property manager who will recognize a good deal when he hears it.
Taters, glad the pups are doing well. And for Masie, just might be a stage (hey, it works for teenagers…)
Legend rode a school bus one year of my life, after the first dozen or so trips it’s not that big a deal, IMHO.
Hippie, the feline seems aptly named. Hope it all works out like Buddy and Nettie did.
OK, time to get into the soccer-coaching clothing and head over to the field. Take care all.
We have a neighbor cat who’s very friendly but sprays on our shrubbery, so he isn’t allowed in the house.
Howdy Y’all! I got semi-productive and decided to make the chikin sallit today. We sampled it and have pronounced it good. Outside of that, quality cee-mint pond time, nappage, day drinkin’ and sup occured.
MOOOOOOM it does sound like the end is nigh for MIL. However, not even hospice can predict when. I knew the end was comin’ for both my parents. With Dad it was just a few hours and with Mom it was a couple of days, but we knew it was close all along. They both passed peacefully and that is what I hope for MIL, FCD, and you.
Taters hope son is feelin’ better soonest. Maybe he’ll be good with his dad comin’ to see him.
Hippie Pretty Girl looks kinda like a barn cat my folks had named Tiger. She (the ‘rents managed to trap her and get her spayed) was feral and definitely an outside cat. However, mom could put food and water out on the back deck and Tiger would come up and eat and drink. She would not allow anyone to touch her but she’d come hang (at a distance) from time to time. Once she came up and jumped up in the swing under the carport while I was sittin’ in the swing. She stayed on the other end and just sat starin’ at me for a few minutes before she jumped down and wandered off. I felt highly complimented.
Pretty Girl is indeed a pretty girl.
Hugs and peace to all of you.
The apartment’s cleaneded, laundry laundered, groceries bought, dog park visited and supper et. Now for sloth.
Hey, I’m at work on my phone, but can someone do me a favor, and look up when I posted all worried cuz I messed up Monkey’s flea treatment and was worried he’d get sick?
I have more from Da Jungle, porch pirates away!!! … and wanna make sure I’m not re-dosing him too early.
Thx in advance, gotta get back to work! Long Night, yanno …
I’m so sorry for FCD, he’s losing the woman who raised him and doesn’t know what to do to help. I’m sad for you as well FCM and hope that MIL’s passing is peaceful and painless.
Hippie I think that Pretty Girl is a wonderful name for her. Is a vet visit in the cards?
Oh gosh yes. She has stopped displaying and yowling and today She chased GG around the house. He’s “terrified” of her and does a most impressive sideways fluffy cat when she jumps at him from behind a door. His slo-mo run is most impressive as well.
That’s the cat we want, ain’t none of us happy with the other cat that annoys GG enough that he hides in the cabinet.
I never once allowed Hubs to do motorcycle building in our living room. That’s what the dining room was for.
So today I had to get some fasting blood work done and the doctor’s office is right behind Tudor’s. Of course I got a hankering for biskits and gravy so after I got stuck, I went back home and got hubs because I knew he needed a sausage biskit and tots.
When we left, he said “I wonder what’s on the end of this road” and off we went for a lovely scenic drive. I saw many deer, some cardinals and half a dozen wild turkeys. After a while, we got close to Logan so went to Lowe’s for caulking and smoker pellets.
When we got home Bella came running to the door to her hooman and they stretched out on the recliner for a nap. I’ve started calling her Jolene because she’s a green eyed, red haired minx who stole my man.
We rode with that club for almost a decade, it was like a moving party.
The Leathernecks MC were not an outlaw club, we associated with them because it was good for everyone. The Hells Angels got to get some cred for supporting the military and they came to our charity events and gave us money for the Wounded Warrior Barracks in San Diego.
We usually rode with other support groups, like the Patriot Guard. For those who aren’t familiar with them, they formed to combat those horrible West Baptist haters who would show up at funerals of people they hated and spew hatred. The PG would sing and rev their motorcycles to stop the family members at funerals from hearing that shit.
We went to many funerals.
One funeral was for a Leatherneck who had been killed in the sandbox. We were all lined up around the family, flags up (flags went to half mast while the coffin was being lowered). The ceremony seemed meaningful and the bugle (did you guys know that the bugle is a fake?) played and the guns were shot. When the coffin was being lowered, the ropes slipped or something and the coffin was dropped.
There was a shocked moment and then suddenly his Dad started laughing about how that was his boy, playing pranks to the very end. That’s when the funeral became a party with much laughter and bottles of Red Dog wine passed around.
Well, I guess if you put it that way, I don’t feel as bad.
I am tried of all this stuff so I went for a walk along the beach this morning, sticking to the paved path. Getting outside of both the physical rooms and my head seems to have helped. I’m in much better of a mood.
I can finally get back onto my PC so posting is a little easier. Trying to post on a tiny screen is a pain in the @ss.
FCM, I’m really sorry about all that. Having been around a few people dying, it’s just not fun.
Went in for Orientation. I just watched a 20 minute video.
My training schedule doesn’t start til Thursday and pay isn’t for a while so I may go to some public place with a can to beg as I will likely be broke soon, thought I have to keep 5 in the bank cause direct deposit for paychecks.
Went to a church dinner and got spaghetti and best meatballs. Then got one to go and now I feel like a stuffed turkey.
And if someone offered me a real turkey dinner I would not pass it up!
Chillin with a book by Jesse Ventura.
I may stay up late ( 11) tonight.
Hubs just ordered flame decals for his riding mower.
I am highly amused.
Evening all. Soccer has been practiced and I need to do the team lineups for tomorrow, which may change on the fly as I have no idea who will play well in what position, but at least we’ll be underway with the season.
JtC, glad Bella is back to normal for now. And my dad was a big proponent of 'let’s go this way and see where we end up." And good on ya for support of the Patriot Guard.
Yeah!!!
Coppertone {{{hugs}}}
OK, need to finish up the internettin’ and get to bed early, things will be busy tomorrow morning. Take care all.
That’s how most of SIL’s and my rambles begin. 
I love it! (and holler if he should want to change things up. I can make decals for windows and other things.).
DH and I tend to do this.
My mother once had to put up with my father’s motorcycle engine being disassembled in the living room (no other space available would work at that time of year in that location) after he’d landed in quicksand during a beach ride.