When someone asks you a question, respond.

I’m direct
I’m blunt.
I’m Midwestern.
Call a spade is a spade.

I absorb and learn from criticism.
I pick my ass up after a failure.

If I ask a question, I expect an answer.
I’m not asking just to make noise.

I’m waiting for the answer.
Even if that answer is negative.
Even if you think I won’t like the answer.

And if I asked two questions, I am looking for the answer to both questions.

I am sorry if you have trouble offering a negative answer.
Or any answer at all.
Not my problem.

But it is my problem when I am trying to schedule my life and I asked the question for a reason.

The avoidance becomes disrespectful and rude.

My ire doesn’t matter – because I’m still waiting for your answer.

I’m not playing a game, its my Life.


Working the thru the weekend…


Or the other way around~
Anyone else in the same boat?


Flowers & the Sun = Good Morning!

Master bought His dievca peonies.
A Midwestern treat in the City.
Don’t have to shake off the ants.
$12.00 per three buds.

dievca’s Mom asked the Home Aid to take and send a photo of the Iris’ in their garden.
Purple. Beautiful.
Lovely to be thought of.
dievca’s favorite flower.

The sun finally came out at the end of the day, yesterday.
And today is supposed to be nice.
dievca will be taking a nap on the rooftop.
Master can’t make it…

Join her?

 


Update

It’s hard to hold onto your “mad” when your Dad calls and says,
“Be patient with me. I’m sorry and I love you.”


Amazing what a simple text can do~

crotch·et·y

ˈkräCHədē/
adjective
  1. irritable.
    “he was tired and crotchety

Urban Dictionary TOP DEFINITION

crotchety

An adjective used to describe an old person. More specifically, someone who seems to hate life in their “golden years” and feels the need to take it out on others.

It was a rough Sunday:
An Amazon package arrived at my Parents and I got a phone call.

I bought Dad a 5# weight bar from Amazon.
I bought him safety handles for the toilet from Amazon.
I bought him non-slip strips for the shower from Amazon.

I bought him what the OT (Occupational Therapist) and Nurse told me to buy.
And he was pissed.

I said, “I am so sorry that you feel like you are losing control, I just bought what the nurse and OT asked me to buy so you would have it available.”
He kept stuttering and yelling, so I just said “good-bye” and hung up.

(Thinking, NO, you cannot use the bathroom door handle to help you get off the toilet.)

But, I guess it’s ok that I bought my Mom pee-pee pads from Amazon. I didn’t ask.

As I was feeling so tired and defeated from the week, travel, work headaches, plus my Brother and, now, my Dad – I received a gorgeous text from my Sister-In-Law:

“Dear, dear dievca. Thank you for all of your efforts. We just got the 3rd call from Dad in 10 minutes. My husband is laughing that you are never ever going to come home again.”
“(insert my last name) males are tough.”

Amazing what a simple text can do~

So, like, do you think I should buy that book (above) for Dad and ship it from Amazon?

Umm, I’m not doing so well at this elderly parent thing – no Catholic heaven for me, huh?

Hope your Monday is better than my Sunday – hell, it can’t be any worse.

Bloody Mary, anyone?


breathing deep

Families are interesting.

I flew back, late last night, and went into work early.  My Dad is responsible for his morning and evening feedings, but they are trickier with grinding the pills (liquid forms are not available for everything) – so we “pre-grind”.  That’s fine until Dad spills the cup of the dissolved meds.  No extra am pills ground and a med that needs to be kept in the system isn’t taken. I’m no longer there to help, and the home aid doesn’t come until 4 hours later, and my sibling who lives there doesn’t see the importance or urgency.

Yeah, I was in a panic. And my sibling made me cry. What’s the point of killing yourself to get your Dad out of the hospital only to fail at home?

All this while I was walking in loveliness.
I breathed deep to smell the blossoms – it helped.

Do you think it’s the 15 year difference in age? Or an oldest/youngest issue? Mind you, I’m the youngest – almost like an “only”. Can I have a drink at 9 am? Something more than a mimosa?

tired and the day just started dievča

Photos: dievca 05/2018

A very good day. A Lovely Day.

My Dad made it home.  So what if he has to be a “tubie”, he’s walking better, cognitive skills are excellent, can do everything that is important – heck, we can’t ask for anything more.  Dad went into the hospital on his Birthday and he made it home for his Anniversary. 62 years – May Day! Mom’s skinny as a toothpick, but she is holding up, too.

Me? I’m pooped (tired). It was a long day of squeezing in work, NYC traffic, flight, rental car, drive, learning the tube feeding process and fighting with the pharmacy. Add Dad getting on me that it’s garbage day tomorrow — yeah, that brain is doing just fine~

But the Sunset after a lovely 71 F (22 C) day? Amazing!

That extra shine is the sun hitting the water of a lake.

All-in-all, a very good day.

Click photo to play Bill Wither’s Lovely Day.

Photo: dievca 04/2018