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.
I cant even bear to think about how this must be for you with your dad. I guess if he still knows you but so so painful. Truly an evil illness
As soon as I began reading yoru story about the headlight bulb, my first thought was, "Don't touch the bulb!" I remember buying a replacement bulb about 10 years ago for my old car but it did have a big warning on the back of the package not to touch it.
I went to my local mechanic and he carefully installed it for $5. You were lucky to have that that auto parts employee help you out. Must be that old Daizy charm!
Yes, it's like he has already passed away, except his body is still here. I can't wait until they find a cure!
Dave, I have heard that about certain kinds of bulbs. I don't know why this package didn't have a warning. It's like they want to sell more bulbs to clueless people like me. I think they help everybody. It seems to be the way to get loyal customers. They changed my battery for me last time. Too bad they don't do more extensive service. I would definitely let them.
Just get into the same home with me. We won't remember that we're sisters but that's okay. Whenever even tells us that we are, we can be surprised and happy.
See I am already unable to spell "anyone". :p
Big Sis, maybe we can share a house and be the crazy old sisters at the end of the block. Then we will never have to go to a facility because no one will find out that my half of the house is filled with dogs and your half is filled with cats until we die.
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