Tuesday, January 06, 2009

Puttering About

Well, both boys are back at their schools. We drove the teenager to UT on Sunday. That was a long drive to and fro in the rain and fog through the Smokies. I think I had the easier drive to as we still had daylight. Coming home was tedious when the hub took the wheel. We were able to stay for a short bit before the teenager ran into an old football friend from high school who had just transferred over; so we took the hint and high tailed it outta there. The teenager's dorm room wasn't as bad as I had imagined. I suppose having a neat roommate helps. Wonder if I could hire one when he's in town with us? Oooooof. The hub and I went over to our favorite little pub in the old city only to find it closed. So we walked a block to find another restaurant on the corner. It was an old saloon and the food, pub fair also, was just what the doctor ordered on a cold, damp night with a long drive back home ahead of us.

Since the teenager has left, I can now get back to decorating his room. The first picture above is a set of old art deco door knobs I had found years ago. I just love them! I may install them in on the teenager's door. Hmmmm. I've just about replaced all the other door knobs in the house. Anyway, I had found this old frame at a shop while my brother was here in November and I had our framer install a mirror into it. It looks so good. I put a piece of lace over the old dresser I had painted and it's starting to take shape.

I put the last of the amaryllis on top to add a little color to the room as I haven't yet put any pictures on the wall. I haven't decided yet what I want to do there.

I found this little toy boy which was probably one of the boys on top of an old shelf there too. Will have to add some more knickknacks later.

Yesterday morning, I went into the laundry room and noticed all the clothes had been folded. Uh oh. Mom had broken out. I didn't sleep a wink that night and now I know why. I don't think she came up to the third level, but who knows. At any rate, the kid and I went out and purchased a gate that is actually installed and screwed to the wall. I can hardly get it open. So, unless she rips it from the wall, she won't be removing this one. It is safely put on the second stair and then raised and it swings open when not in use. I hope it works. Fingers' crossed. I go down at sun break to open her door for the dog to get out; and this morning she was doing really weird things. She had the dog bowl on the table, the dog's water bowl in her bathroom and all kinds of miscellaneous other strange things sitting about. I'm going to call an agency and see if I can get someone to come in once a week that knows about Alzheimer's/dementia. Perhaps they can help me through this. I never know what I'm going to find when I go down to her apartment any more.

The house is in total disarray and I hope to get to it this afternoon. When the kitchen is a mess, the rest of the house just seems to follow suit. What's up with that?

I had my first bioidentical hormone pellets placed under my skin. I'll keep ya posted if I feel like running a marathon or just chasing the hub around the bed a few times. I hope I feel a difference. The hub calls me Jane Bond. I wonder if this is really a secret government plot to keep an eye on me. What happens if I start beeping? tehe.

It's a lovely rainy day, one of many these past months. We had one day of warm and humid weather and I tell you what, I'd much rather have rain and a little chill in the air than that balmy stuff. I just melt when it's warm and humid. I despise it.

The hub is on his way home from Texas. The kid had an average first-day back at school. The teenager bought all his books for his second semester at university. Mom was happy when I took her lunch down. And I have implants. (grin) Could things get much better? Well, of course they could, but I'm happy with what I've got!

PS I never did get to the house. I hit it off with my new doc and we chatted for what seemed forever (over an hour!). I kinda felt sorry for the folks in the waiting room. She walked out of the office, turned back and said, "You're dangerous." I always felt I should have been a shrink! ha.


11 comments:

Queenly Things said...

But good dangerous.

Thrifty Miss Priss said...

I can't wait to hear more about the tracking device er....pellets! I hope things level out for your mom too. I think it's a good idea to have someone come in...tell your mom she is helping you with housework....or maybe you can find a support group?

Rosa's Yummy Yums said...

Nice knob! Have fun decorating the room!

Cheers,

Rosa

Linda said...

Implants, eh? I hope they make you feel really great.

Mrs. Staggs said...

LOL! Well, you sound more cheerful, so I think they're working!

xo

Jeanie said...

I'm so glad you have a doc you like! Sounds great -- and that makes all the difference in the world.

Jeanie said...

I'm so glad you have a doc you like! Sounds great -- and that makes all the difference in the world.

Janet said...

Implants....now that could be downright kinky!!

I hope you get some help to deal with what's happening with your mom. That must be a huge burden for you.

Meredith Teagarden said...

Now that is a great doctor!

paris parfait said...

Those Art Deco knobs are glorious! Sounds like the situation with your mom is very challenging, but luckily, you seem to have good help and advice nearby. And glad you like your new doctor!

Sara's Sweet Surprise said...

Bio identical hormones....A doctor who will stay and actually talk for an hour!!!! You are one lucky lady. My HMO's idea of an hour spent with a patient is... one hour in the first waiting room, just to be lead to the next to repeat the process.

My mom had Alzheimer's. The behavior known as "going shopping" is very common with the disease. Getting up in the middle of the night shopping, hunting and gathering, all kinds of household or personal objects. My cousin attached a bell above my uncles door, so she could hear if he left his room at night. An intercom in your rooms might help. Although you'd have to place your moms receiver in a place where she couldn't get to it.
Sweet Wishes,
Sara

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