In the last few months it has become increasingly apparent that my wife is getting more & more forgetful of things. Now it’s only minor stuff that I know of at this point in time, but it feels very much like a return to ‘baby brain‘. The exact kind of short memory loss she suffered when sleep deprivation set in from the immediate aftermath of the birth of our children. Am I concerned? Yeah – a little. But given how close we are to the end of the school year, which means the high school kids she teaches are going mental as they attempt to try to pass their classes last minute, or come to terms with summer school enrollment or failing for another year, things get hectic. Add in her year off, and planning to make her replacements life easier, and you have yourself a recipe for things getting missed. Like water bottles, lunches, keys, etc… small stuff to be sure. At least for now.
My MIL had a potential mini stroke yesterday where she became confused, and forgetful and spoke gibberish for a short period of time, but tests at the ER said she was fine, and in no imminent danger. Turns out this sort of thing runs in their family, both sides, so that’s good to know. My grand parents all died with dementia, cancer, or from strokes, so yeah. That’s something we all know now. Add in bad hearts, but issues, deafness and you’ve got yourself a real party! How can you not smile at a time like this?
Tuesday today. Nearly forgot about the trash & recycling. But I caught it. Seems like today we’re at the end of the line and not the start of the route. Those guys either get here at 7:01am, or not until 5:30pm depending on which direction they start their routes from. Never the same time twice in a row. Trash can roulette. My favourite past time. Haven’t had that chunky raccoon by since he pulled my garbage bin cover apart. Added close to forty new screws the secure it, and tie it together, along with some additional cross braces, and wood glue. Seems to be holding up, but I won’t really know until that fat little fucker tries to break his way in again. For all I know he may waddle through my repairs without a second though. Little shit head. Not to mention our squirrels are still pulling the blooms off of our tulips to eat them fight in front of us. If I had a pellet gun, oh I’d show those little monsters a thing or two. But alas, I don’t, and thus I cannot.
Opened my inlaws pool this weekend. The kids all swam. I opted not to. The pool heater was on, but the air temperature was a tad low, and windy, so not my ideal conditions. We did take in some very rainy fireworks on Friday with a good portion of the town. That was fun. Kids were up until almost midnight. Slept in the next morning for a change though. That was unexpected. But welcome. First time in ages we didn’t go to the cottage. Our understanding was that the bugs were horrendous, worse by far than usual. So we stayed home. The 1 year anniversary of the Dericho storm came and went. Luckily without a repeat performance. I have a generator on hand because of that 26 hour long power outage. Live and learn.
I need to go swap over the laundry. So chat again on day 526 (a.k.a tomorrow). Ciao Bella!
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