"Aren't we lucky". My new mantra? Well maybe, I do know that I want to embrace that view. While I might be as wealthy as the man who espoused that philosophy but I am working to change my life to use that view.
On that theme, I had a great day yesterday. Got a couple of JIRA tickets off my books and off the PEG books. Dealt with the CIBC and did a little discover on rates and why we are off. In the meantime Scott is working on a rate/commission reduction. I am not sure about that as we are not making money there. We seem to be dropping about 15k a day. Ready for that to be turned around,
Parker returned to school today. Was nice, and he was behind. He is worried about his math grades as he should. I know that he is not working as hard as he could, and I just need him to understand that. He needs to be able to acknowledge it is not his best work and move forward. If indeed it is his best work that would be one thing, but I do not believe he did his best work and I think he knows that! His cold continues to develop. I am worried about the chest infection, but cannot give him his saline or his pulmozyne until the sore in his mouth heals up. Hope it happens soon as I believe the saline will help clear up his cough. Might not cure it, but would help.
Marietta was in a strange mood tonight. When I got home she was very talkative, but by the time we sat to eat she was moody and grumpy. That worked hand and glove with Parker's foul dinner mood. Yeah team Wise!!!! I am not 100% sure why she was in a foul mood, but she was and she tried to carry it though the meal, but like Susan has helped me learn, just don't acknowledge her right to be foul and it will get better. Amazingly it works!
Susan again spent the day with her dad. He continues to improve physically, but his mental health is still extremely fragile. She is concerned as am I, but somehow that wonderful woman made it home to make chili, and on a cold night it was not only tasty, but warming. Thank you very much you beautiful woman.
After dinner at 7:30 I went to visit Dale. I sat with him talking and conversing until 10. His moods were all over the place. He was angry and sad when I got there and moved from there to happy, to sad and finally to happy at the end. His anger was do to the lack of help from the assistants. Sue the RN was great, but the little helpers were not very good. Not sure why, but they left him on his potty for about 15 minutes. He finally fell into his bed to get some relief. It made him so very mad. He was also frustrated by his inability to be able to help himself. I told him to breathe deeply and remember how lucky he has been and still continues to enjoy his life. I know it is hard for him to lose that vitality. He was such an active man, and now he is working on gaining his mobility back. I spent a lot of time telling him that God has a plan and that he never puts more on your plate than you can handle. I believe that and I think in the end, after we had discussed some of our faith and belief's that perhaps I was right and he needed to focus on getting well and healthy so he can see his grandchildren grow up. Keep the faith Dale and God will help you. I believe that, and pray for that recovery.
Well that is about all in my life so far, what about yours?
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