I told David he should contact his daughter so she can check on him while I am away visiting my son and his family. He agreed, but says he wants to tell her it is an emergency. I told him, “NO, you tell her the truth, you want her to visit you or at least call daily. I will ask Eddie (neighbor) to check on you too.”
We are talking about a weekend here, not several weeks. Julie lives nearby, closer than my daughter, and she has one child at home age 17, and he can drive. David is not ‘non compos mentis’ and he still drives. He is also mobile and capable of being on his own for a couple of days. I don’t know what all this concern is about, but I am NOT his mother nor am I his analyst.
My daughter said her relationship with her father is strained since he took a new wife. She says her Dad turns to his new wife for everything and this causes friction. I certainly don’t want my DIL to feel as if I have come between her and her father.
Julie is a take charge kind of person, which is fine with me. Unfortunately, the only time I see her is when her father has a health crises. Until her two older twin boys went off to college last fall, Julie was inundated with taking care of 4 adult males each of whom probably should do more to take care of himself, like somebody else I know.
Our weather, in the 80s, is perfect for outside work. David has been seeding the grass patch this morning. When we married, he told me he had a beautiful lawn when he lived with his first wife. Later when he talked me into buying a house, I suggested he use those skills to take care of the lawn. He didn’t, and the lawn looked like hell. I paid to have it removed, and turned it into a vegetable patch. Later, the vegetable patch, thrown into the shade by the neighbor’s tall trees, fell apart, and I hired a crew to reestablish the lawn.
Now David has the job of “taking care of it.” This means mowing it occasionally and watering when necessary. Simple enough. However, he comes in the house exhausted after he mows a piece of turf 15’x20′ at most. True, he uses a push mower, but he claims it is great exercise.
This morning, I am calling the garden center that reestablished the lawn. I decided to have a pro trim the shrubs in need of a haircut. I have done the work in the past, but no more. Physical problems with my shoulders and hands are making the task onerous. David can’t do it either. Both of us see orthopedic surgeons on a regular basis for arthritis issues.
My checkup with my Dermatologist went well. I am cancer free and as of my next appointment when I turn 71 next May, I will be back on schedule.
When I see someone sunning themselves, I want to scream. “Don’t do it.” The sun is wonderful but it can wreck your skin. I won’t ever be one of those women who comes home from Florida with her skin turned to shoe leather, but even less exposure can lead to cancer. Time was, I laid out all summer and acquired a nice tan, but not anymore. These days, I am a cancer-free pale face, and I like it like that. However, I do have all sorts of growths from aging and sun damage. My doctor removed several of them from my arm and neck this week with her “freezy gun,” as she calls it. It hurts like crazy where she sprayed me with liquid nitrogen, but in a few weeks the growths will be gone, hopefully.
Above: How the front yard looked before I had the grass restored (below)