Weekly Photo Challenge; Habit
Weekly Photo Challenge; Habit
This week, show us something that’s a HABIT. It could be your daily walk to the bus stop, or your daily paper lying on the doorstep. Maybe it’s the guy behind the counter at the deli you always visit for lunch, the stuffed bunny your child must have at bedtime, or the view from your desk as you sit down to blog.
Capture a moment both constant and fleeting. We look forward to the glimpses into your everyday.
Every day is the same, whether it is Monday or Sunday. I get the coffee pot on. I brush my teeth and wash my face, and run a comb through my hair.
If all is quiet, I hurry and turn the computer on, hoping to get a jump start on emails, responding to friends on FB and getting ideas for writing.
Once Al is up, it is feeding time, bathing time, clean clothes and changing the bed. Somewhere in there I try to gulp down that first cup of coffee with razor in one hand and cup in the other.
Life speeds by those first minutes in the morning. After that is over I fill my cup back up and sit at the computer. I smoke a cigarette and drink some more coffee. Then I go feed the cat, take my diabetic medicine, clean the cat box and then I hear the bell ring. Time to go see what Al needs.
When I arrived today to see Al, he was crying and so upset with the staff. He and I had talked yesterday about him trading his diet hot cocoa in and drinking a glass of apple juice instead since it is warmer outside.
He evidently tried doing it for lunch but they wouldn’t let him. Two nurses showed up at his table once they saw Al trying to explain to me what was going on. They didn’t know why he couldn’t have the juice. Maybe it was too much acid with the daily orange juice at breakfast. Maybe he couldn’t have the hot chocolate and the apple juice.
Both nurses told Al and me that they would ask the proper person on Monday. I begged them to let him have the juice. This was his birthday party after all and one glass would not hurt or kill him I thought, but they would not budge.
So it didn’t make a real good start to Al’s birthday party. Eventually he gave it up when he began eating his cake and ice-cream. I didn’t hear anything else about it as he was opening his gifts I gave him. I bet the facility hears about it at supper tonight though.
Al smiled a few smiles for me and then he got tired and started to hurt. That ended the party and I cleaned up while an aide helped him go potty. I sat with him while he and I watched TV and then he fell asleep.
I told him I would be back later and that I loved him. I think all in all he enjoyed his special time. Here are a few photos I took of him today.
A singing birthday card that got a good smile out of him when he listened to it.
After I left Al sleeping I stopped at a local laundry mat and dropped off my winter comforter to be cleaned. I couldn’t believe they were or are going to charge me $15.00. The prices sure have risen. But, I can’t fit it in my washer at home so I guess I will pay it.
I also stopped at a yard sale that was close to my house. I found these and placed it on my website for sale. I will give you the link if you would care to look at anything. Everything is negotiable if you are interested. If you want to pay the S&H for your area, I will be glad to mail it to you.
An oval photo of a military man in a bubble glass frame
If any of you can help I would appreciate it. Even a donation of a coffee would help.
Hi to all of my blogger friends! I had a couple of good friends ask where I was. I know I post too much, but you are the ones I talk to in my life, so I can not help it. Yesterday, I was barely on the internet, just popping in to see if there were any fires or emergencies. LOL.
I was down, and let me tell you, I hate it when I get down, and most of the time, I don’t even know what took me down in the beginning. I was fine when I woke up, and I think it may have started when I had to strip Al’s bed down to the mattress, as he had soaked his bed good. He had done this the night before also, and even today, during his nap, he wet, but I didn’t have to strip the whole bed, just had to make surface changes.
Yesterday, before I could start drinking my coffee, I had the complete bed change, Al to wash up and shave, and then fix him breakfast, and then drink my coffee. I spent the day floating from then on, but not really having my mind anywhere particular.
I switched out Al and my summer clothing and replaced with all fall and winter. I could see that I am going to have to purchase some smaller pants for Al, just by comparing him to his sweats, there is much difference in sizes. I did laundry, and then felt so pooped half way through the day, that I ended up taking a nap.
I should not be feeling this way. I am middle-aged but I am not ready for the rocker on the porch thing, so I don’t know why I am so darn tired all the time.
This Parkinson’s is a tricky business. While Al can go from sad to happy in ten seconds, his tremors have slowed down immensely for several days. I read on a couple of web sites, that the final stage can bring a slowness in tremors, so while they are slowing, I am having to face the fact, that he is definitely becoming incontinent permanently. He is wet all through sleeping times, and he does not soak through the day usually, but he does wet, so while some things are slowing, others are speeding up.
Last evening, I was still down, but a very good friend of mine pushed me back to normal by talking to me through emails for a couple of hours. She is just what I needed, plenty of laughter, and complaining about our days, just girl stuff, you know??
I woke up still in a good mood today, so I am glad the sadness has left for today also. I changed his sheets and bathed him, got his breakfast, and then sat here at the computer with my hot coffee and wrote a writing exercise, and did a couple of quotes, and even played a game, that I love on FB.
Al has continued his calm tremors today and I have seen plenty of smiles, and a couple of laughs. He even refused his noon pain medications, but by supper he was freezing a little and staggering, so I gave him two of his pain meds.
I fixed lasagna for supper with biscuits and corn, and he acted like he had not eaten for years. He gobbled it up in no time at all. He is sitting on the couch reading the paper, and I don’t even hear the paper rattling like I usually do from his tremors.
All in all it has been a good day today. I can’t figure out the PD, but I am thankful for a good day and laughter from Al.
Dahlia walked into an airy kitchen. As she entered the door she could smell bacon and she was motioned to sit down at the round table where her breakfast was placed. Two sunny side up eggs, bacon, toast, orange juice and coffee and water. The teacher sat next to her and together, they ate their breakfast. Dahlia was told this was going to be one of the rare times breakfast was prepared for her, that from now on she would become familiar with not only the kitchen, but the rest of the house and make herself one of the occupants, being able to fix her own meals. The two discussed where the art school was from here and that they would take a walk over to it in a bit.
After breakfast was finished, and tidying up the kitchen was over, teacher took her on a tour of the house, showing where everything was, including sheets, towels, and laundry area. After the tour was completed, they got their purses and paper works together and made the short walk over to the school. It was a beautiful day, and Dahlia felt the sun warm her skin and it brought out the excitement of starting a new year in college.
Her eyes became wide open with amazement as Dahlia got a glimpse of the school. It was so big, the biggest school she had ever seen. It was red brick with three stories to it, windows with white panes. Surrounding the brick building, were huge weeping willow trees. They seemed to be saying they were protecting this precious knowledge that was hidden inside these walls. The whole scenario was breath-taking and Dahlia couldn’t wait to walk up the many steps leading into the front door, but she held back, keeping her pace with the teacher. They both walked up the stairs and teacher opened the big double white doors and said to Dahlia, are you ready, and she nodded yes, and in they went.
There were many girls sitting in chairs in the lobby and when you looked to the right, there was a big office with the words admitting office on the top of the door. The receptionist motioned for them both to enter and to have a seat. After hanging up the phone, the question was asked, name, address, year of college. Dahlia handed the lady all of her paper work. Studying it and looking for errors, she announces that she sees no errors and tells her to go out into the commons and sit with the other people.
After about fifteen minutes an unfamiliar face approaches to the group and tells them she will be the one taking them on a tour of the school. They were each introduced to several rooms where teaching would be introduced. There was a very large room, that looked like a gymnasium, another room of average size with many long tables and chairs, and this was where they would eat their meals. Also was a wonderful library, with shelf after shelf of books.
The tour was finished and the students were led back to the commons area. There they were introduced to a table of refreshments. Tea, coffee, and finger sandwiches. As the students made their way through the table, they sat down to eat, and this helped all to relax and there was a time for greeting and meeting. Dahlia was introduced to other students that were going to be sharing the same classes as her. She found a couple of the girls lived very close to her, and they made plans to walk to and from school together. At the end of this gathering, papers were handed to each student, and were gone over together. The papers explained rules of the school. Tardies and dress codes,times the doors of the school opens and closes, how to reach each teacher. After everything was read and the opportunity for questions was over, they were dismissed, and told a big welcome and that they would see each of them on the following Monday. Everyone got up with their papers and said their good-byes, and within no time at all, the commons was quiet.
When the teacher and Dahlia arrived home, they both sat on the white porch swing and talked about the school and the days to come. Teacher asked her if she would like to see a little bit of the town, so they placed all papers in the house on the table, used the restroom, retouched their hair and off they went.
The town was set inside of itself, all alone, roads surrounding it on all corners, making it a perfect setting. Small stores lined up next to each other, each offering their own individual specialties, and one variety store. There was a court-house that sat in the center of the stores, with a beautiful lawn and lots of flowers. A big flag waved from the top of the dome. On the opposite side of the stores, there was another line that greeted you. These were consisted of book stores, insurance needs, a lawyer’s office and a police station.
After completing the big block walk, they stopped into one of the little cafes, that the teacher frequented quite often. She introduced Dahlia to the owner and then they both made their way to a small booth near a window. There they could both watch people going by, and see small children flying by on their bicycles. There was one elderly couple, holding hands enjoying a leisurely stroll.
Teacher recommended the tuna sandwiches and iced-tea. Dahlia was tired and ready for a rest. Her excitement had held such high levels all day, that she felt a little drained. The waitress brought the sandwiches and teas, and they didn’t talk too much, but enjoyed each tasty bite of their lunch. Upon leaving the cafe, Dahlia started to get her money out to pay for her part, but the teacher held up her hand in a stopping motion, and said, this treat was on her. With a smile and a thank-you, the two made their way out the front door and walked the path that led to their home.