Thanks, BDB. I had to close my messages down due to the public due to having the task of dealing with my husband's sad auxiliary issues that go with the dementia package. He can't control certain aspects of his functions, and I absolutely have to spend hours a day cleaning up and keeping his life as pleasant as I can. He spent years working hard at a challenging middle management job in engineering so I could raise our kids and take a stab at finishing my college work. I can't even count the many lovely things he did for me, and I owe him big time when he's down on his health luck. I regret the inconvenience it is to such a wonderful person as yourself, who labors hard at split shift work and still finds time to post on a political board. My lack of incentive to correspond is my bad, not yours in the slightest, but I have my hands full at home trying to make his life worthwhile as he fights his issues. It's particularly hard on the mathematically- and man-for-all-seasons- gifted being that he is. We just buried my brother who died a heinous death of fighting Alzheimer's for the last 7 years. We have a chance with correct medication and exercise to fight my husband's Dementia and prevent Alzheimer's from setting in if possible. Fighting that disease process can put a family behind the 8-ball. My brother's care was so poor, he had bedsores over at least half of his body, because his caregiver did not know you have to turn the indigent on almost an hourly basis around the clock to prevent bedsores from forming. His suffering was intense, and the hospice he was in the last 2 weeks of his life at least provided him with enough drugs to let him go with dignity. My heart just breaks when I think of the day I got to visit him 3 days before he died. He weighed only 60 or 70 pounds, his head was half its original size, and he was just skin and bones, unable to speak, but he held my hand and squeezed to express his love.
'Scuse my wet eyes, BDB. /doffing cap
Well, lots to do today. I have to do a few things outside to burn the trash and some more of that fence the fence builder didn't remove. It's horrifying to see good wood laying on the ground that the builder said was "rotten. They're anything but rotten and could have been fixed and restored. We should have called a fencing expert to help us instead of letting a scheister with his eye on our farm tools (which wound up at a local pawn shop) do the work by lying about the condition of our posts, which he didn't want to work with.
At least I learned a valuable, albeit expensive lesson: put "No trespassing" signs up on the gate. That prevents criminal scheisters from coming onto your farm because here it is the state law they cannot trespass on your property if it is correctly posted. I am told the fees we were charged were largely misrepresentations and indefensible because there were no guarantees he would clean up his messes. The hardware from fences left askew where they lay punctured 4 tractor tires during this time parameter, and he earned more money than other repairmen charge from the tires his bad practice saboteured. The worst part about it was me being furious while this glib, innocent-faced cheater cheated my family out of a lot of money, charging us on 4 different occasions the same excessive fee for the same trees being removed, lying from the start and thinking we were too stupid to figure out what he was doing, using my husband's dementia for his plundering the family purse by saying he agreed to things he couldn't remember agreeing too and playing two ends against the middle.
/rant.
Might as well use the space below for a quilt show to salvage this post if possible.
1. This is the chain saw quilt, which reminds me of the repairman who stole a chain saw by telling my husband he was borrowing it, when he really took it to get money from a pawnshop owner, who registered its serial number with the sheriff's department in compliance with the office of parole for prisoners with a history of expropriating other people's property just like politicians expropriate money from the taxpayers to fund their kids's enterprises since they're too stingy to dip into their hundreds of millions of personal dollars:
Oh, my goodness, rake quilts are about too. They're so useful in the fall to rake up tons of leaves if you have one. I don't, because the repairman took all 5 of our rakes and made them disappear into thin air. Five rake. Count 'em, one two three four five! <poof!> gone!
Oh, well. Who misses a rake until the leaves dropor the rain puts a hole in the river pebbles drive.
