I want to be thinking big important blog worthy thoughts, but honestly I’m just not. I took a carload of clothes (both mine and those from my friend) to the thrift shop today. Then dropped off a bag of books for the hospital volunteers at St. John’s. Went to rehab, visited Mom (who is still feeling miserable and a stomach bug is going through the place right now), and stopped off at the store for yogurt. Oh, and I bought gas. So today was just full of adventure.

I spent a fair amount of yesterday evening being annoyed at my dad who can’t seem to “remember” to take my trash up to the outside trash anymore. Then I eventually decided it was pointless to be mad. I can wheel the bag out to the car and drive it upstairs on my way out to rehab. If I just plan on doing this then I don’t have to get irritated when he leaves it sitting there another week.

Living with him has it’s challenges, though I’m sure he feels the same way about living with me. Part of me is glad that I got to know him at this time in his life. He has made some changes. Part of me considers methods of killing him without getting caught at least some of the time. I do worry about him. Age is catching up with him and while I don’t think it’s Alzheimer’s (oh, please, no) even just age related dementia is causing problems and he won’t accept help.