When things are a bit “prickly,” look for the good stuff going on around you.
He likes his new job. Watering all the plants along the drive. He planted 3 new posts in raised planter box and made sure everything was moist. We have two more pots to get planted – but they need a shadier spot. And we started a hydroponic salad garden last evening. He’s anxious to see how that turns out. Bird feeder is up and he can see it from the window by his chair. Now, to wait for the birds to find it.
Yesterday was certainly one for the books – it was a day filled with laughter and a few tears. Some deep breathing too. We’ve had the same conversation over the last week and a half. He’s thinking that he should be able to drive – however, there are a multitude of reasons why he shouldn’t. Yesterday during one of our more light hearted conversations about the subject, he stated that “90 year olds shouldn’t drive. And I’m 70, so that doesn’t apply to me.” Ummm, not quite, I said. What year were you born? He replied with the correct year. What year is it now? He answered. Yep, I said, if you subtract 1932 from 2022 you’ll get your age. “That can’t be!” was his answer! “How did I get that old? I can’t be 90! It’s impossible.”
We’ll leave this here for now, but the story isn’t done yet.
Choose kindness always. It’s something that can get us through most circumstances.
CAREGIVER NOTE: It’s been another long night. Fixation on a “problem” and there’s no getting around it despite reframing, changing subjects and more. Hoping today will be a better day and we’ll be able to get a different perspective on things.
Being stubborn is just part of his nature… I do wish he could come to terms with the fact that he can’t go back to the homestead and he’s here to stay for the long term. I’m really hoping we won’t have another meltdown today – when he can’t have the keys to the truck or no one is available to drive him. Last time was miserable and the house was cleared last weekend in preparation for sale. He’s told the boys to sell it.