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ver the last few months I have been getting ready to have Dad live with me, emptying out what was once called my 'junk room', repainting and wallpapering, dealing with realtors and potential buyers of farm land, the unknown date of Dad's move weighing on my shoulders, and now things have finally all come together and Dad is here.
It was his first night here last night, happy with his room, relief that he has help now for meals and so on, but as he said this morning; "I almost froze last night". This coming from a man who has lived with a wood burning stove in a small bunk house for years. The heat in my house will never compare. I shall try with extra blankets, fleece sheets and down comforter, which wasn't quite enough last night, I have now set the heat a few degrees higher for over night and more extra blankets. I hope this makes a difference.
Gone are the days of sleeping in, as Dad has breakfast; oatmeal and brown sugar; at 8:30 am. Once I'm back at work this won't be so bad, at least I'll have to be up early.
Now as Dad naps sitting on the couch next to me, I wonder how he will do on his own when I am at work for most of the day. Not making a lunch for himself, and likely not eating what I leave him, 2 meals a day he has been living on in High Prairie. At least the second meal will not be an A&W burger, or just banana bread. Today I must get some grocery shopping done and make responsible meals. Anyone have any quick and easy meal ideas? My imagination with food rests mostly on day dreaming about eating it, not making it.
Both of us need to settle into a new routine, I need to settle into having a lot more responsibilities than just taking care of me on a random timeline of when things suite me. Now I have to do things daily and not slack on it. I see tiredness in my future. I feel the need for a coffee. I think that is my next step today. One step at a time I suppose.