It was a day for chores. Laundry in the morning, feed the dogs, buy a replacement bulb for my mother's car's headlight, visit Dad at the home. Not that visiting Dad is a chore it's just that I wish he wasn't in a "home". I wish he was my old Dad who could have a conversation and reminisce. Those days are gone forever.
The fellow at the auto parts store found the right headlight bulb that I needed. I commented that I hoped it wasn't difficult to replace and he said he would help if I needed it. I popped the hood and found something that looked like the right part in the right place. I couldn't figure out how to unhook the lightbulb so I went back in to ask for help. Yes, I was doing this in the parking lot. I didn't dare drive home because I am terrible with cars. The guy came out and mentioned that I wasn't supposed to touch the bulb with my hands because the oils on my hands will cause the bulb to burn out. Great. Why isn't there a warning on the packaging? He took it inside and cleaned it and then realized that I was trying to change the wrong bulb. I had the bright bulb pulled out not the dim one. So, then he had to clean that bulb for me too and he put it all back together. Hopefully, they work now and I didn't ruin them. I still have no idea how to replace the bulb myself.
After that I visited my Dad. I gave him half of a cookie from the lobby and he liked it but I think he was already full from lunch because he wasn't interested in the pudding or the m&m's. Oh well, I tried. I gave him the ring that I bought to replace his wedding ring. He put it on his finger but on the wrong hand. I guess he doesn't miss his ring. It will be interesting to see how long this ring lasts. Then I went on a search for his glasses which turned up in his shirt pocket that he was wearing under a napkin. We watched TV for a while and he dozed off. It was a very melancholy day. I couldn't help thinking about me ending up like him except worse because I would be in a medicaid facility with no visitors since I have no spouse or children.
Maybe tomorrow will put me in a happier mood. Finishing my taxes would be thrilling, I'm sure.