Good morning! Slept great and more importantly, the guy with dementia was much better. Thank you mister sometimes angry pharmacist guy for helping me. I dreamed I was in the mountains, I think it was Star Lake, a place of my past. Overnight, my troubled brother left over a dozen more messages.

Not deleting or responding to the voicemail from my brother who sounds like he crawled out of a deep pit which is also called meth.

Whatever happens, I still have my bunnies.

"Whoa, sucks to be that dude." – Brett Kavanaugh

Is the sun setting on our fifa dreams?

I’m trying to figure out how many times I could refill my 12oz bottle with 40k pounds but weight/volume math is hard.

This got me thinking about other Dortmund players and that led me to discovering that Axel Witsel plays for Belgium. Back in 2019, I saw him play for Dortmund when I was visiting. But it gets better. When I was visiting Dortmund, at first I was in a hotel as a guest of the city, and then I split

The guy with dementia just told me he “halluted” things all afternoon and he knows this means his “friends” are coming back but this part starts with turtles and kittens and then you are fighting tigers and machines and it’s because his brain is swelling and destroying spots and the paranoia is next

My low confidence voice message transcriptions continue to delight.

Pretty things from my morning chores:

Went out and did my errands. Garden Center to buy lavender for Juliette, it’s her birthday tomorrow; gasoline so I don’t have to push the car home; pharmacy for refills. The pharmacist was outside and I had a great discussion with him about the guy with dementia’s sleep issues.

Done with yard chores and remembered to tie up my tree branches unlike Sharon who is sitting at a metal table in her driveway maybe hoping to be struck by lightning.

Slowly lawn doing and since Sharon, who told her visiting daughter that she only fell because she was picking up stuff from my yard, which defies physics, is out here glaring at me so I’m being petty and not mowing 2” into her lawn because then she will say worse.

Mowing my lawn Messaging my son in law back Dancing to this Hear Laura from up the block laughing at me Get some puppy kisses music.apple.com/us/album/vam...

Happy Birthday to my darling @not-ur-beb.bsky.social who, despite our never having met, I would walk through fire to save. (will work on that meet up)

UNQUESTIONING LOVE DEMONSTRATES LARGESSE OF SPIRIT

Early morning meandering slightly unhinged girlfriend calls are a delight.

Good morning! I slept well despite needing to keep my ear ready for any wandering. I’m going to call this morning and see if his doctor has any thoughts on why increased meds are making things worse. Today feels like it’s off to the races here. He can pack three hours of activity and chatter into

Fireworks now?

I currently have a naked man in my kitchen eating ice cream and I truly hope that the rest of you do not.

The official fifa announcer rain gear is ugly and ill fitting. Like they only made one size?

I’m sitting under my patio roof and watching dozens of birds in my yard and a couple of birds just flew under the roof and very near my head and maybe tonight is the night I fully recover from when Rita our babysitter let 5 yo me watch The Birds because 8 yo sister thought it was a good idea.

I need to make space in the garage first.

Ugh, I had a schedule all set. Soccer, why are you so emotional and tardy?

Yesterday, my older son used the hot tub for the first time since we got it and he loved it and also had a bunch of questions. He asked me if my hair got wet when I used it and I told him that I put my hair up in a little bun and then add a cloth turban like band so my earbuds stay put.

ALL I DO IS VACUUM.

Just a minute friend, I have to change into a bathing suit!

Imagine what my arms, abs and shoulders would look like if I was Norwegian and had to do the Viking row every time they won a match. Brb, checking the family tree 24 generations back.

He’s scoring goals because he matched his pony tail band to his uniform and I know this because on the rare occasions I wear a clashing hair band and no one, deservedly, takes me seriously.

The guy with dementia went to bed at 4 after saying soccer didn’t exist when he was a kid but he’s on his 8th trip of walking into the doorway on the right and saying, “are you still here?” and I keep sinking lower and lower into this chair. He might be up to something but I hope not.

We only answer to: “Hey beautiful”. But only if we’ve already met.

After I saw Joanne, I saw that the BusyBody™️’s husband, who I adore*, was outside alone. I walked over and had a great chat and then the BB™️, came out just as he was telling me how nice I look today. She made that ‘harumph’ noise, lolz. *He’s a Vietnam Vet, he can say whatever he wants.

Omg, these kids are fighting about gun safety. Might encourage them to shoot each other. They live with an armory of (locked up but still) guns in their home.

I’m with Joanne and her (good) daughter and those kids are here but we intercepted Ollie. These kids tho.

I’m super smart when I hide breakfast the night before.

Good morning! I put myself to bed very early, dozed a bit and then the fireworks kept me up, but I needed the time off my feet. At one point, the guy with dementia got up and went outside. I had to get him back inside and settled again. Then this morning he went to get in the car for no reason.

Went into the kitchen for a hydration break and there they are:

a lot of people miss the point of Fight Club which is that you shouldn't hit people

Imma watch thus soccer and then put my kitchen back together. I had a great time with my kids and grandson. Tgwd was/is altered and the kids managed him so well. I was able to enjoy the baby and that sustains me. My son in law wants to talk tomorrow about making some decisions.

I take a plate with 3 hand pies to offer one to my son in law and he takes the plate and is eating all three. Bless.

He has a lot to say today.

lol, my neighbor jerk guy is on the left in the orange shirt which is the only shirt he seems to own. No wonder it was quiet here today.

Omg, my son knows someone who is on the gay cruise with Patti Lupone!

My son: “I like being in the water, I feel like all my cares and worries have been left on land.” His husband: “Sweetie.”

Blueberry Hand Pies:

“I’m not going under the water dad, I’m too old for that.” “No one said Teddy Ruxpin.” “I wanted to see the band that wasn’t there.” “Actually this is my third beer.” “If you fall down, you stay down.” “The water is a little cold, but that’s a me problem not a water problem.”

The guy with dementia is drinking beer, Happy Fucking Fourth of July!

(phone at 3%) (plugs it into hot dog)

While I am arguing about potatoes, my phone lit up with a FaceTime call from Noah who decided today is as good a day as ever to take independent steps. Coincidentally, my baby book claims I also started walking on July 4th, just in another century. Our birthdays are a day apart.

I am so sorry guy with dementia who pitched a fit about my “taking the easy way out” with my potato choice. This salad slaps. I made it just the way our children like it, imagine that.