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Good morning all.

The weather has been stunning here the last 2 days— low 80s, low humidity and sunny. The weather here should be delightful.

I took Mother with me Saturday and let her loose in Wegman's for an hour. We split up and when I called her to meet up she didn't hear her phone over the loud music. Her watch vibrates when she gets a call, but she doesn't always notice. I can't fathom this— mine will wake me from a dead-sleep. It took a while to find her as she ricochets around. We caught up finally and I drove her home. I offered to drop her at the pool, but she declined. She's doing that a lot (loss of interest in activities one previously enjoyed) and it freaks me out given that I am getting a real MCI vibe from her lately.

She's got her guest room torn apart. Again. I don't know if I'm looking at garden variety ADHD (she's always done this but had more stamina when younger to complete the task in one go) executive function deficits or something more. She's decided she wants to use the closet and bedroom set to store some of her clothing. Currently she puts the offseason stuff into totes in the garage. The closet is filled with the most random collection of other people's stuff— a couple of boxes of photographs from her sister's house in Maine, boxes of things we pulled out of my sister's apartment after she died so her children would have them (umm, they're 44 and 41), a box of things that were dad's mom's that he wanted (nobody else has fond memories) and boxes of slide carousels and art supplies from when they taught. Mom retired in 2000; dad got downsized when they closed his school and hadn't taught since 1979. Now everything is out of the closet, out of the boxes and in piles around the room. It's not an improvement. I'll be heading over later to bring her enchiladas and check on progress. I can at least get the stuff she put aside for me out of there and deal with it here.

Her memory is better than it was in April before she was treated for Lyme Disease, but the word-finding is a struggle— either she subs a similar sounding word or describes it as someone learning English might or it's a "thing". Dad didn't do this so much; he became a human thesaurus code-switching out one noun for another— incarcerated for locked-up, for instance. I had a phone conversation yesterday with her switching topics with pronouns so loosely I had trouble tracking. First, she was railing about my ex-BIL, a loathsome creature, and she segued into how sweet "he" was since he was neutered— she went from idiot BIL to niece's cat without me noticing. Pity, she was talking about Teddy the cat and not BIL.

Mom sees her psychiatrist for a med check Wednesday. She'll share her concerns about "losing it" and her doc will assure her she's fine. Ugh. Meanwhile I am still waiting on a callback from the Memory Center. I'm cool with that, I figure if somethings going on there will be more clarity in 6 months than now.

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Judith— That's a lot of rain at once. Yikes!

Iris— That's a lot of money. I have a friend who lives in San Diego who has a similar set up with an apartment/garage plus a home on a small lot. All the buildings take up most of the lot- she was a 6' perimeter around the house, driveway and a backyard/patio that's maybe 10' x 12'. She has a son on spectrum and plans for him to live in the apartment and rent the house for income when his trust inherits.



Lorita— Martha and Snoop are good friends. They've done cooking shows together and even come as a boxed set wine put out by 19 Crimes. I really enjoyed watching them at the games.

I hope all have a safe and pleasant day.

HB

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Thats a lot of rain.

HB guess I’m blessed that my mom has already pretty much gotten rid of everything in the house. We will have very little to get rid of unless something changes.

When my wife died and I sold a 9 room house and moved into a one bedroom apartment my kids (2) took what they wanted and I donated to my church (dishes, sheets,pots and pans etc). If I could use it I kept it. Everything else I used "800 GOT JUNK". It was worth the money(1800.00)

I agree with Judith. She sounds like she's enjoying herself.

Mint, how did your mom get rid of everything? Clean sweep?

Lorita, no, I didn't feel the latest earthquake at all.

Iris

Good morning

Hello,I finally used (I should say my wife) used the new blender. It is extremely light and bigger and less noisy. My wife takes leftover fruits cuts them and puts them in a bag and freezes them and when she makes a smoothie takes from the freezer and puts them in the blender.

Good afternoon,

Yes, Lorita: my Aunt had a stroke. She was driving at the time of onset and had the good sense to pull into her son's house where they called 911. She is still able to live alone (her son and daughter in law live 1/2 mile away) and is able to manage her household. She is no longer allowed to drive, so she is sad about that. But she's a trooper. She lives down the road from me. She is our Matriarch and beloved, so she has lots of nieces checking in on her. I do believe she also has some symptoms of early stage dementia. But, she's doing ok for now. Thank you for asking.

I've been reading and thinking of you all. Not posting much because we are constantly on the run.

DH is still struggling with dizziness and we are in process of getting worked up for that. He's been in the house for just over a week and is getting cranky. He's not one to sit. But, he's behaving and staying inside. I'm not letting him drive. I hate when my folks don't feel well. We all do.

No new babies to report. Animals are all fine. I'm proud to report I did NOT run over anything with the lawn mower, lol.

Hot and dry here. Humidity is high. A little rain forecasted for later this week. A set of great grands are coming for dinner tomorrow night. One is a vegetarian so she will have Alfredo pasta while the others have Chicken Alfredo. Salad, green beans of some sort, fruit tray, pineapple cream cake and Italian bread.. Easy enough and will send them home with leftovers.

Hope everyone is faring well. Big hugs, JeriLynn

Morning

Ron

Good morning all.

David— I'm glad you're back to enjoying your breakfast smoothies. My niece always uses frozen fruit chunks in hers but then "ruins" them with kale. That just doesn't work for me.

Lorita— Did you treat yourself to anything new from Denim & Co? I like their half-sleeve tees but most of the colors are too bright for my tastes; I wish they'd do more neutrals.

Jerilynn— It's lovely that your aunt has so many caring eyes on her. She must be pretty special. I hope your DH gets some answers for his dizziness— being stuck in the house must be so hard for him. And you. Pineapple cream cake sounds amazing.

Iris— What a sweet story. That picture of her in the baby pool is a scream.

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I woke up at 3am and couldn't get back to sleep. I had to be up early, but this is ridiculous. I predict a nap in my near future. I think I was a little stressed.

Yesterday was the 10-year anniversary of the death of my niece's long-term boyfriend. She was living with me at the time, and it was just tragic all around. The weather was freakishly similar to the day he died— a perfect 80F summer day after a month of humid heat. We texted a bit in the morning. She's very happily married now, but will always carry a place in her heart for the BF and was feeling melancholy, I guess.

I helped mom with some of her purge for a couple hours around lunch. Things were worse than they'd been the day before. Not only were there more things pulled out upstairs, I found two paperwork debris fields in the LR and on the kitchen counter. We dealt with those first. Her psychiatrist called to reschedule her appointment today for late October. Ugh.

In the guest room, we started buy running things we needed to toss out to the curb— stupid things nobody needs like old lumpy pillows. We just beat the trash truck so that's done. The weirdest find of the day was the discovery that she had not one, but 2, nearly identical purple packable lightweight down jackets. She doesn't even like purple. I side-eyed the purchase of the one from Lands End which I've seen her wear 2 or 3 times about 6 years ago right after she moved back to the area. The other one was a hand-me-down from her older crazy sister. Auntie lives in a tiny condo and shops nearly as much as my mom does. She has a space problem and needs to make room often and will give perfectly nice things to mom, so she doesn't feel quite so guilty. My mother doesn't need all the clothes she already has.

I brought home a small box of pictures. DH and I had a flood in 1999 in which we lost almost all our photographs, so DS hasn't seen many of us when we were younger. DS got a real kick out of some of the pictures from back-in-the-day; he was a little shocked at how short the dress I had for the 1971 Junior Prom was and was surprised my parents let me out of the house in it. He was even more surprised that my mom sewed it. And for the record, Lorita, it was a double-knit.

I drove DS to the college to register and do advising, but his re-enrollment didn't go live yet, so he needs to go back this morning. He'll get his car back later today which will be useful. The whole advising thing was a mess— so many hoops through which to jump. He's trying to do a career change and they're making the process ridiculous. They want his high school transcript. FTR, they didn't need it when he attended and graduated from this college before. Ugh. It's crazy-making.

HB

Harshedbuzz, yes I'm glad we have our smoothies back