Braggart! 
I get to start moving today. I’m getting the keys after work at noon. I’ll go over and inspect the place and take pictures. Then sushi for lunch with a friend and picking up my desk and bookshelf from the thrift store where I bought it last week. I’m hoping the two of us can get the desk into my place. I’m a weakling and the stairs down to my place a tiny bit tricky. We were planning on making a few trips back and forth, but since I’m renting a truck that’s probably not necessary.
I’ll try to remember to share pictures on Monday.
I really am working on my homework now but honest to God this woman drives me batty. I’m working on revisions to a paper that I already submitted to her and in the middle of it she asked me a completely irrelevant question. Kind of like if I was talking about crop production in Kansas and she asked me what my thoughts were on narwhals.
I DON’T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER!!! :mad:
Yes, I could send her an email, but I want to finish this now.
Finally got my registration paid up. I also got a card for Night Audit Lady. No update today. Big Boss was busy running someone off property and police were getting involved when I was there. I chatted with Happy the Maintenance Guy and Inspector Bruce for a bit as they were watching the happenings and goings on.
Turns out there was a wreck on 240 yesterday that backed traffic up. Something fell off a truck and someone hit it. :rolleyes: Welcome to Asheville driving.
Good news is my leg finally stopped hurting. My filled tooth is still sensitive, or rather the tooth right next to it is. I do not understand the human body.
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Neither do I.
Another thing I don’t understand is how it can be cheaper for a product to be made in the US, bought from a Canadian vendor and shipped from Australia back to the US, than it is to just buy it in the US.
less blurfy now, but my leg muscle still feel like jelly
eta - I never chimed in on those choices, Harvey. I would extend option three to 2 months. A month, when you’re job hunting, goes by faster than you think.
Howdy Y’all! I am officially through irk for the week. YAY!!! I figured I deserve to take off after travelin’ around the east forty today. So here I am at da cave.
Yay for movin’ ShinyCat! Hope it goes well.
Glad you’re feelin’ better Rosie.
I stopped at the burly butcher sto and got two very nice tbone steaks and two nice bakin’ N.O.T. Steak, baked N.O.T., steamed asparagus, sallit, rolls and peach cobbler for dindin tonight. Can’t wait!
I killded the MMP again! :eek:
Full and relaxed bear here. Dindin was teh nummy! After dindin “appreciation” due largely in part to peach cobbler was also teh nummy. 
Hi, everybody. First, a big thank you for all the continued support. At this point, I wouldn’t be surprised if the board sent out a goon squad to throw the lot of us in the ocean just to get some relief. And honestly, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. I think I’d be a little relieved.
I thought I was having problems picking an option. My mom’s cycling through all possible variations of emotion about twice a day. Also, she’s now fucking with me.
So, yesterday, after sad talk that things are really toxic for me here and I may very well be better off in Texas, with her full support, and another talk about how I’m insensitive to my father’s needs and way too pushy with her and I have no idea how expensive things are. She also tells me how at lunch with Dad, Dad continues to insist that I betrayed him by calling the police, and that no one has any business telling him he can’t drive.
In the evening, she watched a movie with my dad. She also told him that I’m going to leave and move back to Texas. And she’s surprised that he gets upset. At bedtime, she asks me to give him his medications - even though I’ve said I won’t have anything to do with his care - and because I’m a squishy idiot, I do. Dad is downstairs alone, drinking wine from a coffee cup. He wants to talk. My mom set me up, dammit.
First, he wants to apologize for anything he might have said that hurt my feelings. Second, he never meant for me to think that he doesn’t love me, or even that he doesn’t like me. This is so patently absurd that I can only sit there and nod and think to myself “my father - what’s left of him - is a crazy man”. In the course of this unreal conversation, Dad completely denies having any memory problems at all.
I escape, get ready for bed, and talk to Mom a little bit. After I get into bed, Dad comes up to talk some more (there is no escape), and says flat out that he does not want me to leave. He is red-eyed and as close to crying as I’ve ever seen him in my life. I accept this request, somehow managing to say neither yes nor no. Then he and Mom have a big hug, and she’s really, really proud of him.
Yep, totally set up.
kanga does your dad act more “normal” when he drinks? I’m askin’ because I’ve heard this about people with AD. My dad didn’t drink so I never observed if it’s true. Also, alcohol and his meds? At any rate, you need to stick with your plan to be gone even if just for a little while. You owe that to yourself and your sanity.
Did I, sittin’ here with a cold beer, just give an alcohol lecture? Well, then, just put my picture in the dictionary for the definition of hypocrite.
Hey, for many of us, alcohol is a link to sanity. If I couldn’t have a beer (please note: A) every now and then, my head would explode.
Dad? When he could still drive, he regularly drank a bottle of wine a night. Running through one of the standard lists of “could you be an alcoholic” questions, he nailed at least half of them - denial, hiding drinking, drinking at inappropriate times. I saw it when I first got out here and asked Mom about it and said that he could very well have depression and be self-medicating. She blew me off at first, and after a year, kinda-sorta agreed with me, but refused to talk to his doctor about it. Now that he can’t drive anymore, I’d hoped his alcohol intake would diminish, but Mom says she wants to pick her battles and is willing to see him continue to down a bottle a night.
However, because it’s up to me and bro to buy groceries most days, and if you buy more than a bottle of wine a day, he’ll drink it, there are days when he doesn’t get any. I couldn’t tell you if he had any wine before Monday, but once he had the car, he stopped for lunch, and it’s a given he had two or three glasses before driving home. That’s one of the things I tried to stress to the police when I reported him missing.
And you know, validation comes at odd times. Mom contacted his doctor a few days ago and asked to have a nurse come out and assess his mental status - probably memory tests and cognitive skills. The nurse called today to set up the time, and we talked about Dad’s history.
Has he been treated for depression? Well, no. Why not? Good question. I had talked to Mom about it, but she hadn’t pursued it. Is he on anything for his mood? We’re starting him on Seroquel today (and it’s apparently an incredibly tiny dose). Oh, and he gets a dose of Xanax. So, he’s on a mood tranquilizer and a sedative. Yep. Has anyone discussed the possibility of depression? Really need to ask my mother that.
Why is he getting Xanax? Because he wakes up in the middle of the night, anxious, and wanders. He locked himself out of the house and woke us up by ringing the doorbell. Well, had we installed any alerts or alarms or locks? No, I had researched it thoroughly, presented the information to my mom, and got . . . nothing.
It took ten minutes of filling in details and repeatedly telling the nurse she had to speak to my mother.
One of my friends came up with the best phrase: “Handle it, but don’t fix it.”
Oh, and my brother isn’t speaking to me just now, and I don’t know why. sigh
Aw, phouka, sorry everything is so frustrating. You’re amazing for trying to help find ways to address the issues, but yeah, the lack of actual fixing makes it seem wise for you to take a break from home, at the very least.
Long day, plus also going in to work tomorrow. Two more weeks and this project is over. Yay! Is it two weeks yet?
Very sleepy, so I think I’ll turn in and check in more thoroughly in the a.m.
Higs.
GT
We only have one Goon on this board and being that she really isn’t a mumper, I’m not sure she’d be interested or up to the task. 
Nothing productive to say, really, except, hang on** phoukaroo**!
Just got home. Going to look for a snack I don’t really need and head to bed.
I’m going to go off topic to relate two completely unrelated things:
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we’ve had (for CA) a hellacious storm pass through today, and the poor puppy is terrified. Not just the thunder, which is rare for SoCal, but also the winds, and when the rain really gets going. There’s so much, it made it over the mountains into the desert. Hey, maybe Anza-Borrego will get their wildflowers a couple of months late!
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I had a very puckish moment the other day. At a restaurant, I used the toilet and found someone had written “Meghan B was here.” I happened to have a pencil on me, so I wrote below it, “Liar! She was in the other stall.” I hope I confused poor little Meghan.
Up, caffeinayed, off to irk. Hell week is 10 hours from being over.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’ YAWN 'Tis 56 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 82. Nice!
kanga the nurse assessment sounds like a positive step forward. Maybe the results will prompt some real decision makin’.
Don’t irk too hard gt and doggio.
Now I need more caffiene and need to consider brekkie. I’m in the mood for real brekkie, so I’m thinkin’ bacon and aigs, cheese grits and bizkits. That should wake up the one amongst us who is still snoozin’!
Happy Saturday Y’all!
Oh, this morning, my coffee maker managed to move the water from the resevoir to the pot without passing it through the coffee. :dubious: I guess sometimes your coffeemaker needs a cup of coffee before it can make your coffee.
Good morning, all! Nice stories, phouka. The restroom stall caper made me giggle. Also, it’s more likely that one of us would swoop in to drag you out of there, by the way.
Also, no one answered ShinyCat’s question about Kanga’s nicknames. And I don’t remember the answer.
Continued good thoughts headed out to Spaz and NAL and her family.
Trying to figure out a fun thing to do once I’m done with work. And I need to make a list of things to do at work so that I’m focused on the absolutely necessary.
Off to consider breakfast.
Hugs all.
GT
Brekkie consumed. Good brekkie! I got told I was evil incarnate for fryin’ bacon while he was still asleep. High praise indeed!
I’m here. Trying to get started on almost the last of my homework. First I guess I’ll go find some breakfast.
It’s ok to have Mexican lasagna for breakfast, right?