Thanks for the tip on dry birdseed, etc. I have two such tins, and that will be a big help.
Sorry you got tendonitis. I once got carpal tunnel before fibromyalgia set in. We went to Hawaii right after my sweetie retired, and while we were there, his father began the process of dying. He died while we were in the air between Honolulu and Atlanta, not sure where. We did get to see the entire island of Oahu, Waikiki, a glass-bottomed boat to see exotic fish, the highlands, and a drive around to see all the beaches. I hope you get to do all that and more with no trouble like we had. After the funeral, I had to come home and take care of pets, while my sweetie spent a month helping his mother with getting established on her own.
When he got back, he was showing a lot of signs of dementia that made me wonder what was wrong with him. (I was not acquainted with dementia). He couldn't keep his mind on a completion of almost everything he otherwise would have, and just a lot of little seemingly meaningless little things. His handwriting grew erratic for the first time. He was preoccupied with toy cars and erector sets like those he had growing up. He fell in love with an online porn star, and he visited her on my computer, leaving a trail. He said she didn't mean anything to him, but he couldn't stop visiting her. I had to tell him he couldn't do that at work in front of the employees and women customers. I might have well been talking to a rebellious teenager. I wasn't seeing the big picture due to working 80 hours a week, trying to keep a business viable and my wounded pride under control. It worked. I told him I was moving to Texas to be near my sister 15 years later, and that he was invited to come if he liked or or stay if he didn't. He decided he would come. (I still did not know).
We got a diagnosis on his dementia a year later, 20 years after he started showing small signs of dementia about 3 years before he retired. I'm glad I was able to get over my angst, forgiving daily the things I did not understand, and keeping my doctor's phoneline handy to help me deal with whatever he brought home. After I told him it was wrong to bring diseases home, he lost interest at home. My faith helped me adjust and forgive without retaliation whatever. It's clear his care for the duration will take away all our wealth. I don't care. My Christian duty is to him, his well-being, and his care, and nobody else. My adult children grew up to be independent and are not affected. I have a full and rich life and can usually shut out loneliness for companionship by keeping my mind occupied with quilting projects. I'm just grateful his dementia has not gone toward Alzheimer's yet. He can still do a few things, but I am preparing myself to do more as the demand arises. I worry that he spends too much time napping, though, and make efforts to keep him engaged with some outside tasks. He couldn't chop a tree down a few monhs ago that was threatening the garage foundation, so I had to do it. He was afraid of swinging the axe. I can imagine his confusion had to do with coordination efforts not coming together that most of us take for granted. Me chopping down the tree didn't add any hair to my chest, so I guess it's okay if a girl does some things. <giggle>