Day #42 > FRIDAY 4th DECEMBER
Slept slightly later due to disturbed sleep but got downstairs around 9.15am to an empty kitchen & den. Both Mum & Bob were in their bedroom, so I emptied the dishwasher whilst I waited for my fresh brew of coffee to do its thing.
Eventually they both appeared & we performed our ‘Good Morning, did you sleep well?’ pleasantries; I drank & Mum had some cereal before we walked Abel. Lovely morning & we bumped into neighbours so had a good ole chat with a few people, which was a great start. Mum told me she felt much better than yesterday, so I asked her what was up yesterday? It did seem odd. She wasn’t sure, but I reaffirmed the facts that after three hours in Bob’s company she was far from her best, & I was concerned about it. Did she have any idea at all? No, not really, she confirmed. It seems toxic I said, that you can simply go shopping & come back a different person to what you left – you did only go shopping right? She confirmed she did. Mmmm. Not good. He is very bad news for her – & she simply has this kind of experience to look forward to for the rest of her life if no changes are made. Sigh.
Abel’s still scratching – in fact this morning I reckon he was scratching in the den for a good solid three minutes – minimum! I mention it to Mum on our walk & she says she must call the vets. I mention Bob has said he’d do it, but there’s a lot of talk & not much action – & he’s told me in no uncertain terms that he’ll handle it, so my hands are tied. She feels responsible – which is cruel – as she has a habit of not registering that Abel has fleas & simply thinking he has an itch. Neither of them can care for a dog, so what chance to do each other stand? Bob has an appointment to discuss his neck next week, with the likelihood of surgery being on the cards in the near future – how on earth can they cope with that? Mum can’t even drive – & even if she could her licence has been allowed to lapse . . .
Shrugs shoulders & shakes head. It’s falling apart around their ears. The issues are far deeper than they first appear.
After our walk she busied herself with the garden, & I did some work, but we’ve discussed popping Abel in the car after lunch & us going to walk a local-ish trail to get a change of scenery if the weather’s kind. She likes the thought of this very much.
I work – I’m trying to set up this blog on my hosting site – but it’s just a step too far with the current information contained within my brain, so I resort to asking Michael for help. Michael is my web man – in fact I’ve named him ‘Web Boffin’ in my phone contacts, as he knows exactly what he’s doing & it’s better in every way to let him do what he does best – which strikes me as very apt for all of us in life; to focus on our strengths, yet be aware of our weaknesses . . .
After work I came down for lunch around 1.30pm but Mum’s sleeping, so I busy myself around & then just surf the t’interweb to amuse myself. Bored. Properly bored today. Even surfing doesn’t do anything to buoy me. I go back down around 4.00pm & Mum’s up, so we chat for a bit before she says she’s tired & goes back to bed around 6.00pm. Mmm. Very unusual. She’s tired, ok – no problem with that – especially after yesterday where she was out for three hours with Bob & hasn’t seemed the same since. I let her be, bid her night-night & let her go. I wonder if she’s been fed a pill or some such? I have no proof, so simply pray the truth to come into the light. Bob ‘cooks’ frozen fish & chips & makes a token salad for him & I – as Mum isn’t eating – so he & I eat together in pretty much silence; I take the plates out, clean up & load the dishwasher then after watching the token edition of Jeopardy head off to bed at 8.00pm & watch a film on Amazon.
I hear them both talking around 9.00pm, but nothing seems out of the ordinary. I fall asleep at 10.00pm but am woken by Abel growling & snapping at someone downstairs – or maybe I’m awake & I hear it – guess it’s 5.00am. I then hear Bob calling ‘Poppy Poppy Poppy Poppy’ & think how odd to be calling the cat that early. I fall back to sleep & have a dream that Mum & I have gone somewhere together & I’ve forgotten her collar – yep, me, I’ve forgotten it! Sigh . . .