Respite

I’m just back from 3 nights away at the “Zero Waste” conference, (yes, a better world IS possible), my head spinning with ideas from the discussions there. I slept like a log every night — hadn’t realised what a toll sleeping with one ear open for the nightly disturbances takes on one, never mind, I suppose, the continual attentiveness every moment of the day.

My head is also spinning from the shakiness on the home front. Don was almost ok with my departure since his favourite caregiver was coming to stay. Guess that lasted for almost two days, until escalations started. He decided a second caregiver was after his beautiful bod (! What else could a strange woman be doing, hanging around, I ask you!) and demanded that she leave. (She waited outside until her relief came, not knowing, I think, what was coming down.)

The perturbations gradually grew, as far as I can tell, from there. The caregiver had problems with child care which brought even more change into the house, although Don continued to hold it together except for great fear of the dark.

However, on day 3 it all went south, with Don declaring he could drive the car, and leaving the house in anger when denied that tantalising prize. He was quickly found and no real harm done, except to his pride. By the time I got home I was treated to several lectures about how he could drive, and the caregiver thought she was the boss, and questions about what I was up to while I was away.

But he saved the best for this morning. Alzheimer’s, he declares, is just a “hoax to take away my power.”

I dunno about that, but it sure took my breath away!