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bluegreen17) wrote2011-01-30 06:32 pm
bluegreen17) wrote2011-01-30 06:32 pm
diane's big adventure going to the mall with her sis
it's an hour until sixty minutes. haha.
i've had quite a weekend. first,yesterday,i got up early,meaning 11 am,so i could go to the library before it closed. on the way home,i felt like i had enough energy to go and see my dad,so i dropped by. i was just going to stay a bit,so i could see him. now,dad is quite like a large toddler these days. i mean no disrespect. that is kind of how his emotional brain functions,and it's not his fault. so....i didn't know what i could do with him but the memory care director said he liked playing cards. okay. no,he didn't want to do that. so,why don't we go over to the computers and look at family pictures? ok. but once we get there,it is not ok. what dad really wants to do is go out and celebrate christmas with the family. as often as possible. you know,i'm in agreement with him there. i'd love to. i'm sure we'd all enjoy it. but it is just is not feasible.
so,i know he is upset and wants to go out,and i can't really blame him. but i can't figure out where to take him. he's
just eaten lunch and it's not exactly going out for ice cream weather. which is why none of the places are open. and i'm not the type to just drive around,polluting and wasting gas. but i decided to take him for a ride anyway. because my dad deserves a little enjoyment. we drive around a bit,and look at dirty snowbanks and such. well,at least the sun is out. i turn around and head back after about ten minutes,or maybe less. i decide i will stop at the drug store so we can go in and dad can pick out a treat and i needed a root beer desperately,in the same way someone smokes a few cigarettes a year during stressful times.
so we go in,after extricating dad from the front seat and the seat belt. and we go in. and he is fussing about something. i never know for sure,but he has to wear adult undergarments,which really sucks and makes him uncomfortable. and when you're a toddler and uncomfortable and don't understand why you have to be uncomfortable,why doesn't someone fix it? well,you are miserable. so i make it quick and get him back in the car. while driving,i ask if he is enjoying the ride. he says yes,but also seems to be glad to be going back home.
and i think he did enjoy his little outing. i will have to try to figure out what to do to take him out. i was uncomfortable with taking him out because of his incontinence issues and i get stressed easily,but i will just have to deal. but now i know if i go visit him,i have to take him out somewhere,or he will feel worse than if i didn't show up at all,and i know he likes to see familiar faces. but i rarely have the energy to even show up there...it's gonna take even more motivation knowing i have to do the whole taking him out routine.
i do wonder if there is some kind of disconnect physically in some of our brains that makes it harder for some of us to motivate ourselves to do things we would prefer not to. i don't think it's pure morally incomprehensible laziness. i think it really is harder when you're depressed to do those sorts of things,but it's one of those invisible type disabilities.
okay this is getting long so time for an lj cut...
hope i did that right.
so,i was tired after that event,partly because i got up early,partly because it takes a lot of energy,but overall i felt good that i found something my dad enjoyed (the drive) and he seemed good when i left. i went to bed early at 2 am but didn't sleep well,and then my sister and i had planned on a road trip probably today. so i got up 'early' again.
it was really fun though. it was a mild day. we drove through the wilderness and then through the wild west of the retail areas of the city. our first stop was the apple store. well,that is at the mall. going to the mall gave me a kick because i hardly ever go to them. and they remind me of the eighties,when i worked at a b. dalton bookseller in the mall for a while. different mall. but anyway,we had to go see a genius,and it all worked out well. my sis needed a bulging (ready to explode?) battery on her macpro replaced,and happily it was done,with hardly any wait,at no charge. cowabunga!
then it was on to bra shopping. sis sara got her wrong sizes through online shopping exchanged and i got my 'girls' officially measured. which is probably a good thing because i'd figured out my bra size all wrong,apparently. not an uncommon mistake. i didn't buy a bra there (lane bryant) because they were too expensive but now i can go to see cheap place and find my size. i thought i was a 34 or 36 ddd but i'm a 38d. just a little scrambled. anyway,my correct size is a heck of a lot easier to find! hallelujah.
then we went for junk food,but i could bring myself to eat the greasiest,fattiest foods,though i rarely eat out and was planning to treat myself. but honestly,i don't like eating really greasy high fat foods all that much,so i ended up with a tuna and swiss cheese sub. that was heavy enough,with the mayo in the tuna salad. it was good.
it would have been a bonus if i had found a cheap pair of shoe boots to replace my 25 year old pair that has holes in the bottoms and top parts,and thus get my feet wet,but alas they did not have that kind at target. i want the ll bean type shoe boot,but not at the llbean price. oh,well. i had not expected great success...in fact,it was an afterthought,so i wasn't too disappointed. and it was fun hanging with my sister,who for some reason uses more bad language than i do.ha,those thirty somethings! actually,i think she picked it up from the foul language on tumblr and elsewhere on the net,frankly. it's just used a lot. i am not so much offended as annoyed by it.
and sara uses lots of words that are not foul. so. it's good. she was on a julia cameron inspired reading fast,and so she knew i would be good for some words not written down. yup,i can always think of words to speak to her with! she's one of my besties! i have a lot of laughs with my sisters. they brighten up my life,in person or on facebook. or twitter. or tumblr.
sometimes even i can have 'fun times'! ha.
i've had quite a weekend. first,yesterday,i got up early,meaning 11 am,so i could go to the library before it closed. on the way home,i felt like i had enough energy to go and see my dad,so i dropped by. i was just going to stay a bit,so i could see him. now,dad is quite like a large toddler these days. i mean no disrespect. that is kind of how his emotional brain functions,and it's not his fault. so....i didn't know what i could do with him but the memory care director said he liked playing cards. okay. no,he didn't want to do that. so,why don't we go over to the computers and look at family pictures? ok. but once we get there,it is not ok. what dad really wants to do is go out and celebrate christmas with the family. as often as possible. you know,i'm in agreement with him there. i'd love to. i'm sure we'd all enjoy it. but it is just is not feasible.
so,i know he is upset and wants to go out,and i can't really blame him. but i can't figure out where to take him. he's
just eaten lunch and it's not exactly going out for ice cream weather. which is why none of the places are open. and i'm not the type to just drive around,polluting and wasting gas. but i decided to take him for a ride anyway. because my dad deserves a little enjoyment. we drive around a bit,and look at dirty snowbanks and such. well,at least the sun is out. i turn around and head back after about ten minutes,or maybe less. i decide i will stop at the drug store so we can go in and dad can pick out a treat and i needed a root beer desperately,in the same way someone smokes a few cigarettes a year during stressful times.
so we go in,after extricating dad from the front seat and the seat belt. and we go in. and he is fussing about something. i never know for sure,but he has to wear adult undergarments,which really sucks and makes him uncomfortable. and when you're a toddler and uncomfortable and don't understand why you have to be uncomfortable,why doesn't someone fix it? well,you are miserable. so i make it quick and get him back in the car. while driving,i ask if he is enjoying the ride. he says yes,but also seems to be glad to be going back home.
and i think he did enjoy his little outing. i will have to try to figure out what to do to take him out. i was uncomfortable with taking him out because of his incontinence issues and i get stressed easily,but i will just have to deal. but now i know if i go visit him,i have to take him out somewhere,or he will feel worse than if i didn't show up at all,and i know he likes to see familiar faces. but i rarely have the energy to even show up there...it's gonna take even more motivation knowing i have to do the whole taking him out routine.
i do wonder if there is some kind of disconnect physically in some of our brains that makes it harder for some of us to motivate ourselves to do things we would prefer not to. i don't think it's pure morally incomprehensible laziness. i think it really is harder when you're depressed to do those sorts of things,but it's one of those invisible type disabilities.
okay this is getting long so time for an lj cut...
hope i did that right.
so,i was tired after that event,partly because i got up early,partly because it takes a lot of energy,but overall i felt good that i found something my dad enjoyed (the drive) and he seemed good when i left. i went to bed early at 2 am but didn't sleep well,and then my sister and i had planned on a road trip probably today. so i got up 'early' again.
it was really fun though. it was a mild day. we drove through the wilderness and then through the wild west of the retail areas of the city. our first stop was the apple store. well,that is at the mall. going to the mall gave me a kick because i hardly ever go to them. and they remind me of the eighties,when i worked at a b. dalton bookseller in the mall for a while. different mall. but anyway,we had to go see a genius,and it all worked out well. my sis needed a bulging (ready to explode?) battery on her macpro replaced,and happily it was done,with hardly any wait,at no charge. cowabunga!
then it was on to bra shopping. sis sara got her wrong sizes through online shopping exchanged and i got my 'girls' officially measured. which is probably a good thing because i'd figured out my bra size all wrong,apparently. not an uncommon mistake. i didn't buy a bra there (lane bryant) because they were too expensive but now i can go to see cheap place and find my size. i thought i was a 34 or 36 ddd but i'm a 38d. just a little scrambled. anyway,my correct size is a heck of a lot easier to find! hallelujah.
then we went for junk food,but i could bring myself to eat the greasiest,fattiest foods,though i rarely eat out and was planning to treat myself. but honestly,i don't like eating really greasy high fat foods all that much,so i ended up with a tuna and swiss cheese sub. that was heavy enough,with the mayo in the tuna salad. it was good.
it would have been a bonus if i had found a cheap pair of shoe boots to replace my 25 year old pair that has holes in the bottoms and top parts,and thus get my feet wet,but alas they did not have that kind at target. i want the ll bean type shoe boot,but not at the llbean price. oh,well. i had not expected great success...in fact,it was an afterthought,so i wasn't too disappointed. and it was fun hanging with my sister,who for some reason uses more bad language than i do.ha,those thirty somethings! actually,i think she picked it up from the foul language on tumblr and elsewhere on the net,frankly. it's just used a lot. i am not so much offended as annoyed by it.
and sara uses lots of words that are not foul. so. it's good. she was on a julia cameron inspired reading fast,and so she knew i would be good for some words not written down. yup,i can always think of words to speak to her with! she's one of my besties! i have a lot of laughs with my sisters. they brighten up my life,in person or on facebook. or twitter. or tumblr.
sometimes even i can have 'fun times'! ha.
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