A bit this evening.

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I went down for water.  Already had late medicine.  There was supper, but was still full from lunch... a backon, lettuce, and tomato sandwhich usiing my keto bread and carnivore dressing... for those of us carnivores who tolerate thus use dairy.  Chicken breasts, fried.  I saved those for tomorrow.  AllI'll need.

I use a packet of very clean ranch mix.  No soy, sugars, seed oils, or else.  Then mix whole cream, cream cheese, and sour cream.  Blending that in a smoothy maker.  Oh, adding a touch of salt and fresh ground pepper will do you for as final flourishes.  Mom loves that.  I meant to get blue cheese.  Break some off and crumble that in for a tight taste treat.  We both love that even more.

Then set up some water outside.  A bucket for planting.  Set her coffee up.  Changed her alarm for her time.  Will teach heee how to do that in time.  That's a personal task she will have to learn to do.  For now it works.  Turned off the sprinklers.  And... did a few other items.

Well, and told her what I would do.  Put her bedstand together and set where she needs it.  As well put the new showerhead in there.  It has a shower wand and an overhead outlet.  She can use one or both.  I may attempt to install a heavy grabbar in the shower as well.

Now I will sleep for a bit again.  Am hoping to wake in a bit to sort things up here.  Then rest or sleep some more.  Trying to get my body back in order, and doing a bit aside.  Sleeping a lot, but still helping lightly, and doing bits up here.  Doing what I can.  Good night, again.  Or later?

Up early.

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No choice this time.  And, oddly, while it is about mother, she wasn't going to say boo about it.  However, I remembered that her meds weren't going to be filled until today.  So... we really do have to get out for those.

I set my alarm for nine, am waking just before it.  We also have been wanting to get a few slacks for me and coats for her to the dry cleaners.  As well, if against her will, we will be getting her vape packets.  The next run wouldn't be until the nineth, by which time I am sure she would be out.  And, no, I won't do her sin runs.

With weekly runs for those, we may begin picking up dairy.  Will see.  It's right near where we go.

After that, however, I am back to sleeping.  Getting rested.  Hoping, if I can finish, to begin in on my room again.  Tons of clothes washed, needing sorted, and hung or put in drawers.  Just to start, and open back what I had cleared.  Then starting sorting new and old stuff in boxes, clearing a table and taking it down.  Perhaps putting another clothes rack where the table was.  Clearing and ordering my sewing table, cloth stash, patterns, kit, and all.

It's a lot, but after seeing what I did in a month, and my mom did in weeks, and with ssome rest and being allowed to do it at my variable pace, I am hoping to be done... with this proposed... two Fridays hence.  Then I'll work on the floors and windows.  Say... another week?  We'll see.

Have to go slow anyway.  Meds wiil, if they haven't started, begin cutting what legs I have left after exhaustion.  It's just the way of it.  When they begin failing?  I won't have them back to me until a month after getting to full dose, maybe two months.  And they are going slow, with kidneys taking steep negative dives.  So... At this pace?  Two to three months until full dose, so four to five months until I'm no longer a medicine zombie.

Though, I will say, eating more often, and daily work efforts beyond my intentions, may be helping.  I do have to back that down, some.  But not completely.  I don't always like it.  But it helps mom, and me too.  Plus, I concur with the results.

Best get down, get coffee, a shower, then get going.  Later.

Woke me.

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Not responding.  A storm coming?  Cleaned the garage?  Wanted me to pull the vehicle in?

No.  It isn't an issue of cleanliness.  It is, was, clean enough.  The problem is that the old and new toilet are in there.  One to be installed.  One to be sold.  I don't trust her to back me in, I don't trust myself (or even Hayden) to back it in.  Hayden breaks more things than I do.  No.

If the vehicle can't handle a storm, oh well.  Assuming there is even really a storm on the way.  Weather forecasters should return to flipping coins, their current professional tools might be politically correct, but they aren't useful most of the time.  Clown world mis and dis information passing as forecasting.  And it's getting worse.  The worse it gets the more their cult believes them.

No.  If I hear hail start, or even extreme winds, I'll consider sorting backing it slowly, with flashlights and else to guide.  Not bothering otherwise.  She, as well, just wants to talk.  Would be good to get her some local lady friends, to call or even visit.  I'm not that sort.

Not going down may be the best move.  Oh, I know.  She gets lonely.  But, look.  I own a cat, used to have two.  And both of them got lonely for me.  I don't have the need or ability for constant companionship.  How many cat owners have their cats jones, pine, for them?  Without going feral?  Meh.

Would like to set her up, in time, at a senior center.  For her good, and to get me out swimming.  Drop her twice a week, for four to six hours.  Then go swimming and do my shopping or other business.

Women need and want more, if they also don't like other women... or men.  But they need associations.  When she can't go, she might have a few other grand dames to call.  The world isn't perfect, but you can get by with a little effort, luck, and friends.  As I told her too, luck isn't what it seems, favoring the prepared, patient, flexible, and such over the mere needy or simple wanting.

She cooked something.  Could smell it in my sleep.  But sleep has vast priority.  I wish she hadn't called, even if I was up to mere resting.  I need to be left alone for... days, or weeks.  I'll help, if she learns to leave me alone.  Or I'll go to a place where I can sleep and turn off my phone unless calling to check on her.  Bah!  Choices, consequences.

A few crossed words.

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She called me at ten.  Took a bit, but I got up for coffee and some talk.  A few tasks.  Not light, but not too heavy, complicated, or otherwise taxing.  So I did them without a word.  Then back to bed.  A half hour down, as I was getting back to sleep, she woke me for a few putz items.

Then we had words.  As I said, do not bother me for the next week, or two.  Longer if as medicine is increased it cripples me.  Don't call me for food or work.  I may be down, through the day.  That doesn't mean I am there to do her work.  If I am, can, I will work for an hour with her.  Plus, she can make lists of projects I might solo.  Working when, as, I can.

Either that or I get a room somewhere, check on her by phone daily, visit every other or third day, until I am rested.  Choices, simple clear concise ones.  One of the things I am known for.  She heard, chose.  But did she agree or just say yes, for a moment?

If I have to work for her to work, at this point, her work isn't a benefit.  It also means she is out of her league and needs to back down.  I have been as patient as possible.  Will see.

My torso is becoming concrete.  Not in the good way.  My muscles burn, and my body overheats, from the least of efforts.  I have two types of headaches constantly.  The bones in my hands, sholders, and legs, plus connective tissues in various places have been used beyond the ability to resolve their issues... for a while.  And my body is screaming for sleep like a man in the desert dying for water... right on the edge.

Even so, I can't just sleep as the man dying of thirst can't just drink.  Coming off that edge is a process.  Don't keep waking me.  I won't end up in a hospital.  They'll end up burying me.  Hoping I can find my way back from that edge.

A talk to be sure.  Later, or good night.

Not so bad.

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Kefir was the real task.  But... I like working with kefir.  Probiotic taffy, rolls, cuts, grains... like curds, and whey.  The pleasant odors, using milk but making it edible for a diabetic, plus turning my innards into powerhouses, even as ill as I am.  Culinary poetry.  Edible haiku.  Tasty music.

Medicine was so fast and easy, the only effort was going downstairs and back up.  Had to do that for the Doom goo anyway, so it didn't cost.  Though while doing it, I got caught up on the water.

A sun tea tomorrow, then probaably a daily jug, should keep her, maybe us, in tea.  And acrun or two of ice to keep that up.  She doesn't know how to do these things.  Not sure she will choose to learn.  No worries.  Forgot to pull coffee beans from the freezer.  Will go do that.  Have to figure out how much coffee we use.  And tea.  Can live on the larder for a bit, but it has to be replaced.  She will, then, ask for the cheap stuff.  Of course, I will suggest.  Once the larder has been replenished.  The devil gets his dues.  Ask me how I know.  And, not that Devil, who isn't a devil at all either.  Ask me how I know that 

Anyway... coffee out, a bit of music, and more sleep.  Though, tomorrow, mother and I are going to talk.  If she continues to demand my dwindling reserves of energy, I will have to rent a place for days to weeks, showing up once a week to get her shopping, spending money I don't want to spend or easily have.  Or, she can leave me almost comletely alone for acweek or two.  

I'll be down to help for an hour, on a timer, twice a day.  Not always when she will be awake.  So... make lists, slow it down, and if she can't solo it, leave it to when I am both down, willing, and she is awake.  I can't continue this way.  I do have options.  Not terribly favored, for a dozen reasons.  But... options.  I always have options.  She has choices.

Good night.

I rested.

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Couldn't sleep.  Still can't.  Got up in time to see mom off to bed... get her tea in, a few other such, check the water (it was off, if I am sure I hadn't turned it off), and a few minor requests.  Then I set up her and my coffee for the morning.  Hers goes on a timer, on a drip system.  I just add some to my french press for me.  I also filled a few jugs, then the carafe, and reservoir.  Ice tomorrow, but didn't want to set that going tonight.

I had a spot of fatted coffee.  Sometimes going up helps me come down.  Ugh... forgot medicine.  Just one 3.125 mg tab of carvedilol in my minor soft start back on it, but... yeah... I need the warm up.  As well, I need to reset kefir.  Ugh!  I hate having to go back down.  Down I must go.

Mother is low on bras.  Not really my problem.  Still... I ferreted her size and preferences as if I was asking about the weather.  I've ordered several in her stated size.  Take one or all.  But if she finds one she really likes, we'll get her more over time.  Just enough and a few extra.  I hate living on the edge, having to wash every three days or so... or wear previously worn clothing, especially privates.  Nothing racy, though a few might be considered nicer?  Dunno.

As I have said, with the well aged, a portion of consideration must be toward sanctity, saintliness.  As to a degree with children.  Not saints, or yet, but age makes one... different, special.  If the world often doesn't see it.  So some of her known and strange needs will be managed... politely.  This one kept coming up, so... okay.  Though a few others, from disposable gloves to electrical expansions for her room.  Still in setup mode, but will be nearly set up by next month.  Though then a couch or loveseat for her and company, and a recliner for me, are on the list.  Probably a few more items as well, in time.

But, will have to slow on spending.  For a month or two.  We have been hitting it like bandits or lotto winners, if I think we are... just this side of too far.  Ugh.  Just...

A bit more, tomorrow, she says.  But I will sleep the rest of the day.  And maybe theough the night.  I will ask her to not wake me for meals or else.  Only if she falls.  At which time she will need a time out.  A two hour penalty box sit for roughhousing.

I won't get to her bedside, or else, tomorrow for what she is asking.  Choices, limits.  I really can't do much, or more do much for long.  I can do almost anything for an half hour to hour.  Then I am done, so worn as I am.

Well, best get meds and kefir going.  Good night.

Not happy.

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I was well into my sleep, needing more, when she called up.  Wanted to go to town.  Not thinking straight, I said I would.  As I was getting ready, I was sure we discussed this.  No more running.  Besides, isn't she broke?  Complaining about money?

I let it slide this time, but we had the first of, probably, several talks.  Going to town costs in gas and energy.  She will need to have a list, and be ready to shop, on her and my medical appointment days.  If she pushes, it will be $15, cash up front, a pop.  If she balks at that, I'll add $10 an hour on top.  I'm either an excellent or terrible negotiator, depending on which persective.  I put a price, then go up from there.  Never down.

I'll be reminding her.  She needs vaping stuff.  I won't run for that.  Her bad habit, her efforts.  She best have her list by my next appointment, and go with to get it.  I'll buy groceries I will eat, but not things I can't eat.  I will split the list, even go for more.  But I won't go as a shopping companion.  I wouldn't even do that for my lover types.  Though with her, it's more can't than won't.

Gloves, potting soil, herbacide, and annuals... flowers.  I warned her those were expensive.  Since she has been in the nursing home, prices have doubled, tripled, or more.  While I often still moderately support Trump, prices aren't coming down.  The rise of prices may have slowed?  But even that hasn't stopped.  She... disregarded my warning, but learned.  Annuals are $20 a pot.  Which is why, part of why, I don't bother.  But anything that is just for a summer, or not edible, isn't getting my money.  As I remember, more, many don't survive the transplant.

She was going to spring for dinner.  But I paid.  Happy or not, some of what she needed was for ongoing efforts.  Wasn't going to make her pay for all and everything, and or cook tonight too.  Wendy's, if the most unaffordable fast food.  But, there it was.

She was tinkering.  I came up to rest, blog, and go back to sleep shortly.  Later, or good night.

Oh, but on the good side?

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I've been noticing something remarkable.  With work, better food, fresh air, and more freedom, mother is looking younger.  She has dropped ten years off her appearance from when I first saw her at the nursing home.  Seriously.

As well, she is beginning to lose weight, as well as gain muscle while losing fat.  Not at a sprint, but that it is noticeable at the two week mark, perhaps faster than thought.

A year here, and they won't recognize her.  Then again, I'm not sure they would already doubt a picture, certainly being with her friends and some family.  She is really doing better.  It still catches me out, when I forget, and we are talking over morning coffee or a meal.

I honestly... didn't think she would... help?  She is far more able, albeit with a good bit of help here and there, than I am.  But I really am on death's door, and have been for decades.  Still, at her age, I really didn't think she could do much.  As it turns out, the limit is more my capacity to set her up to work that is the limiting factor.  Oh well.

Now for some sleep.  Or very shortly.  Later.

Almost had an incident.

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Ordering from amazon, through me, is easy.  But the price adds up, and has to be paid.  She hasn't been being charged for gas, any insurance, and we have been eating out of the freezer as much as the grocery store as not.  So she... has had it easy.

Running will be slowing.  Food will have to be replaced, and else.  She... keeps double thoughts of how much she has, and some other things.  My money is not hers, and half of it isn't mine by the time I get it from bills.

First she wanted to send something back that may be needed.  No.  It will be tried.  If it doesn't work?  Okay.  She needs help, at times, and this could help.  But no ordering and returning on a whim.  Not on my account.

Then we added her bill.  For what she wants this month.  She was upset, said she couldn't pay rent?  I just said I wouldn't order her goods, then she could afford tent.  Attitude adjusted pretty much immediately.  Her rent will cover her portion of utilities (not including the extra it will cost with her here).  And a portion of domestic help when we get to that point.  So, really, she won't really be renting.

Oh no.  If she can't afford "rent" there will be problems.  It will be fixed one way or the other.  How soon she forgets.  Just last month all she had per month was fifty.  This month she'll have at least $800 after bills and a... reasonable spending spree.  She pouted that she wouldn't help with groceries.  But that's not going to fly either.  I expect two hundred from her, even if that won't cover half.

Yes, life is expensive.  Still, $500 free cash, after a reasonable first of the month splurge, food, and housing, isn't bad.  No pulling bullshit about what you will and won't pay, or bad business practices through my accounts.  I won't have it.

I did get some of what she wanted done.  A decent little grouping.  But had to stop.  Blogging as I prepare to sleep and rest as I can do whichever.  Little to no work else today, probably.

No.  It's all good.  I just have to... clarify a few if's, and's, but's, and consequences.  I can't, won't, carry the whole load.  Besides, I am buying some things (she needs) aside from what she is getting.  And, if she overspends a bit, I may help her (if not enough, or in a way, that she would prefer).

She will have to learn to live within her means.  Like the rest of us.  It's been a brutal lesson for me.

Later.

Ugh.

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She just won't listen.  I need rest, sleep, and work done up here.  She keeps bothering me.  I have told her to make a list.  I will do portions of it in one or two portions a day.  I can't work with her, at her pace.  You are walking in a desert.  You notice a tortoise has ended up on it's back.  It's belly baking in the hot sun.  You aren't helping.  Why not?

She has hollered up three times after the post and helping a portion or two already.  Can't sort the weed whip line?  Put the task on the list and do something else or rest.  I still think she is doing too much, too fast.

I have too many clothes clean and up here for me to manage.  She keeps finding more.  I did get the clothes racks set up right, and the covers.  But I have a lot of clothes to simply figure out where to put, boxes of new clothes... and old apart from wash to sort, boxes of household items to go through, a table to clear and break down, another to sort, a cot full of paperwork and else to toss, the caret to clear and clean, and... such.  More, much more besides.

Like, my windows to clean, my closet to sort, and else.  Steam vacuuming up here, too.  Though that may wait until cooler fall weather.  

Much of this, save the steam vacuuming, however, I want done by next Friday, or the Friday after if she keeps bugging me so as I can't rest... sleep, work.  Will see.  And I hurt for sleep.  Need it, and simple rest, desperately.

Later, or good night.

Going to have to make changes.

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She is wanting more than I can offer.  So I am going to have to cut and run.  I have to have a break, and she needs one too.  If I am not there as often, I can rest.  And it is hoped she will back off a bit.  Will find out.

I got to the post, mailed her outgoing, got stamps, and checked our boxes.  A bite was being warmed... leftover meatloaf warmed, grilled cheese (a rare treat, if even then with low carb bread), ranch dressing (my home made stuff), and water plus finishing my fatted coffee.  It often takes me hours, even half a day, sometimes all day to finish my coffee.  Better than it sounds, or evenI anticiated.

A chuck roast into the crockpot for tonight.  I processed the carrots, celery,  onions, and cabbage.  I asked her not to use salt.  I don't.  Just add at the table, as needed.  Pepper, garlic, onion, other herbs and spices?  Sure?  Just... salt is for the table in meats.  Usually.

She had me back at it, then I just quit and came up.  She even then called for something.  I just said "no".  She tried to get me to put up her endtable.  I told her that the choice, today, was between that and going to the post.  So, not today.  Probably not tomorrow either, if she is going to work me an hour or two again.

I need rest, sleep, and work done up here.  She got two weeks.  So... no.

Getting hot.  I left windows open yesterday, as did mom.  Not good.  Becomes an oven if heat can seep in.  So, today, I checked them all.  As well, beside the ac running upstairs, I started the one downstairs... for a few hours.

Resting, to find my way to a nap.  Later.  Possibly good day and night.

I have three loads of laundry to sort?  And half a dozen smaller boxes of clothes elsewise, a table to clear, and a score and a half of houseware boxes to sort.  Oh, and a sewing table to organize.  Ugh.  A week or two of resting, sleeping, and working before me.  Can't do that and be her daily driver nigger.

Will help with meals and dishes, carrying laundry, and moving heavier things.  Just... it's got to be fast, concise, efforts.  One and done, even if doing three things.  Turn it into an extended single task group.  I just can't do bits of task groups over hours... minutes is all I have.

Nap time?  Or resting.  Can't work until after one, probably a bit of both.  Later.

Meatloaf.

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For dinner, this time.  Not music.  That and fried parsnips.  I wouldn't normally make meatloaf, order it out, or eat it.  But it was good.  I had stopped checking blood sugar, as I knew it was high, from what I was eating.  Decided to check it before supper... 102.  Okay.

I don't mind clearing dishes, putting condiments away, and such.  She usually cooks and puts dishes in the machine.  Though I do that too, from time to time.  I will want to do some cooking soon.  I like to cook.  If she wasn't here, in my current condition, I would be fasting most days.  For good or ill.

I'm trying to do my part, anyway.  With food coming in, I can help.  If I were fasting from being this exhausted, the world would fall away.  I got the laundry to her room.  In time, I'll do laundry and just have her fold.  But we had so much to do, and I am gimping by.  So it is her doing it, or a long wait.

Burning up and sore everywhere.  I told her, tomorrow, she has a choice.  End table or post office run.  Yes, I am down to that.  I need rest and sleep.  For this next week, maybe two.  I'll still help lift laundry, set up her coffee, filter water, feed Sassy, and tinker up here in short bits.  But mostly else going down before something important fails.

I'm thinking whether it is back to sleep, relining resting, or a bit of sorting.  I... like thinking, not ready for action or even a full decision quite yet.  Later, or good night.

A lot of shopping.

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From groceries,cherecand there.  To Walmart runs, pharmacy pickups, hardware store visits, amazon, specialty grocery shopping, and else.  She is finding I am an honest gus.  Which helps.  Now, she is honest, just forgetful.  So I try to remember pretty exactly.  As well, I have arranged for her mark on what is paid, is owed, and what runnetth over.

We each have things we want and need.  And some things we both agree is needed, or wanted.  Personal is generally paid for by the needing whositz... Tumms or such for her, mint for my home made mouth wash by me.

Though I do pitch in on things I want for her.  She has one charger cord for her phone.  I want an extra put away (or two), one in the car, and maybe an extra in the bathroom, her bathroom.  That... comes in handy when everything hits at once.  Plus, I know she has more limits on her funds, comparatively.  Has to choose between needs, and few wants.  So, while I can't do it all, I can ease certain burdens.

I figured these first few months would be spendy.  Maybe spending to pretty low these first six months.  Then it has to be backed down.  But, will be spending to get set up.  Worth it, so far.

Ordered a new toilet.  And bits and pieces for the home.  Her room should be set up.  Ordering some clothes, as she gets set up that way too.  She is losing weight.  At this pace, she may need more new clothes.  I'll help, happily, but a few items a month, perhaps tinkering sewing if she wants as well.  Sewing is expensive, and a pain.  But you can get exact, tailored, clothes in safe right material rather than plastic wrap.

Doing well.  I think I can finally sleep a bit.  Had to come down, even though droping off earlier.  Stupid sleep!  Later, or good night.

Too much.

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Wanted more still.  No.  No fuss or drama.  I told her what I would do today.  Had hoped to do it in portions.  But no.  All at once.  She got more than I intended to tried to get more.  I just said no and came upstairs.  Not a "NO", just a "No".

I got her rug straightened.  Which, due to wrestling with her bed, ac, and else, was far more than planned.  Then I put her storage system together.  Adding the drawers, putting her cd/radio and little fan on it when finished.

She wanted more.  No.  She wanted me to go downtown earlier.  Again, no.

Resting, sleeping, and maybe working on my room tonight.

I'll put her nightstand together and place it tomorrow.  Perhaps get to the post.  Carry laundry for her.  But then that will mostly be it, downstairs, for... until I finish up here.

So drowsy, sleep isn'tvan option.   Resting had been hoped but I am crashing.  Am barely finishing the post, between power naps.  Later.

A long hot day.

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I didn't get up until 8:30?  Moving slowly, too.  The hope was to be in a condition to do a u.a. (pee test, for the doc), then get in for that and the liver panel, is it?  Hoping to be out by ten.  Ended up having to go, couldn't hold it.  So a delay as I refilled the reservoir.

Between her and I, this and that, we didn't get going until 13:30... or a bit later.  She wanted to go shopping while I went to medical.  Wasn't sure, but she felt she could.  Yes, I am an asshole.  And yet I do worry.  I got her a cart, then let her go.  I went on to the hospital.

By the time I got there I was almost leaking.  Had to go both ways, but wanted to do the u.a. first.  Of course, with that done, the needed internal pressure wasn't there to finish elsewise.  Ugh!  Got the blood test done too.

Hadn't heard from her, told her I would get active dry yeast (from a more(?) trustworthy source).  So I did just that.  Oh, and the flirting?  Women from their twenties to their seventies were trying to make me trip on my own dick, and two won that lotto!  Damn.

Anyway, after the fish tank I went over and waited.  She was less successful with the ladies, having to wait, redo her whole checkout, and else.  I was a bit peeved, but had to relent.  The poor woman had bad luck, I wasn't about to pile on.  I let my anger dissipate, offering her smiles as possible, sympathy, empathy.  All good.

She had left overs, I went back to carnivore.  So hot, though, I had to come up strip, and begin cooling.  No more work today.  No more going out this week, or for a few days.  I did agree to help readjust her rug tomorrow.  Set up her storage.  And haul laundry as she needs.  But told her most of this week is up here, in and for my room, rest, and sleep.  Maybe next week too.

No complaints.  She got most of the first two weeks here.  And I need to make my room fit.

I made her two half gallons of sun tea yesterday, another today.  So we are well ahead.  Kept ice going.  So life is pretty comfy, if it is getting brutally hot out there.  I... just need some rest, cooling.

A bit of music, blogging, then sleep?  Then to a few things as possible.  Ugh.  Later or good night.

A smattering of little efforts.

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She kept at me.  Today I mostly ignored her requests.  I told her earlier that I was under duress.  She kept asking and I either ignored her requests or just walked off.  I did say I would help her get her area rug down.  And I did.  I offered to put a storage system together.  Which I would have, but she had me do other things.  My heart hurt today.  So... I did what was prudent then stopped working.

I did a bit in the room.  And very small minor tasks through the day.  Nothing fancy, not sure I have it all right, might have to turn the clothes racks, reversing the covers instead.  But I am slowly figuring out exactly what I want, or how I want it precisely.  Then sorting how to do it.  Through a haze of exhaustion and heart discomfort, so at a snail's pace as needed.

Trash and recycling were cleared and put to the curb.  Bug spray was generously delivered to, near, and more to the front door.  And a shower was taken.  Oh, well, and we got her area rug put in place, which ended being more work than anticipated.

She had wanted me to take her to Walmart.  No.  Tomorrow.  I have to go in for medical.  She will shop while I am at the hospital.  I am beginning to wonder if she is smoking, outside.  I hope not.  That will turn into a major issue this winter, one way or the other.  Allowed to vape, use zyn, not smoke.  I guess Zyn is a real product.  Who knew.

Quite a lot done in two weeks.  She has absolutely smashed her bedroom into shape.  Love or hate amazon, they have made it possible.  She can't take the bumps, jostling, or heat as much as she thinks she can, with tegards to shopping in stores.  I simply melt out there.  And when we are both cooked, we are both quite disagreeable.  Quite.

This week will be another slow one.  The weateher suggests the upper eighties to mid to low nineties.  Humidity/dew point is staying lower.  But yet I need rest, and to work on my room finally.  I will put her storage together.  And get a few things to the basement.  Helping out from time to time, beyond, as possible.  And just checking on her.  But... my room gets priority this week.

Next week it will be helping clearing and cleaning the front and living room.  If I get far enough in my room.  Or... two weeks mostly up here, if needed.  My turn.  She got first dibs.  Dedinitely my tun.

Doing pretty well.  A little trouble sleeping in the warmth, on top of working.  Ugh.  I'll keep trying.  Good night.

Some things.

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Now that some trust and a few limits have been established, we are getting along and getting things done.  She is obsessing with putting things in order.  Dishes, laundry, her room, while working on a kitchen drawer, closet, or unpacking a box or three, here and there.

I have broken free enough to rest and begin in on my room.  Bits and pieces, as I can.  I got the clothes racks turned, the dressing bench up, and keep pecking and picking at things as to organization, hanging, and stowing.

I am hoping to finally get the last of that dressing area cleared and sort the boxes at the end of the bed today.  Anything else?  Maybe.  A few stacks of jeans bagged, a table cleared and broken down, and boxes sorted by toss and keep piles.  If anything else happens, it will be one or more of those, or partials of one or all of those.

Oh, my kidney function is back up to 19.  It had been 19, then 17, then 15.  In a month(s).  Back up to 19 in a month, without lowering bp.  Now with bp meds back in the schedule, I am hoping that increases even more.  Though it may not.  Oh, and I must get the u.a. and liver panel done on Monday.  Meant to get that done but been too dry!

Trash and recycling out.  No laundry.  Not much else.  Other than my room, my mom's area rug which is supposed to be here today, and what I can do in my room.  She wants a ride to Walmart, but I told her I won't go in.  Get her a cart, as a walker, and let her go.  That's generally her way anyway.

With the provisio of NO PAINT!  "I'm not going to get any damned paint!".  Which, by her reaction, makes me think she was thinking about it.  Now I know how she knew when I was doing, or going to do something, she didn't want me to do as a kid.  :p  Man, that shoe has flipped!  Ha!

Later.

I think she is tuckered.

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No worries.  She has been driven since she got here.  Oh, sure, getting the place up to specs, the unpacking process, daily living, getting medicine and other business and .gov things applied for, changed, and else?

Yes, all that.  But more.  Years of living in a nursing home, where her allowance for cleaning, cooking, shopping, and just being a free woman were all infringed.  It's a soul crushing place, if you still have some good in you.  She has been letting her joy of these things out.

Yes, I worry.  So I check on her.  Encourage her to nap, take it easy, even call me for heavier chores.  And... she has been taking advantage of that option more, as she winds down.  As with food, I might offer recommendations, offer new things, but I wouldn't deign to attempt command.  She is eighty two years young.

If her food, or work, kills her tomorrow?  She already beat the life lottery.  I'm hoping she gets a few, a dozen, even a score more.  But, as with me, at this point, it is well out of our hands.  If, really, life and death are God things.  Still, I will encourage an easier path this week.  I don't want to see her fall.

I finally rested and slept enough to catch up a bit today.  Enough to begin opening up my upstairs room.  Two large baskets of clothes were sorted into drawers.  Some is arranged to be hung.  I opened the space, mostly, that was wanted cleared.

I may yet turn one of the covered hanging clothes racks, so the both face each other, open toward each other.  With the recently cleared area, and unmentionables drawers, and these, all facing into the cleared area.  Then I'll bring up a dressing bench to make a mini dressing area.

Then more laundry down.  A table possibly cleared.  Boxes sorted, some to go, others to be put... somewhere else, eventually.  Boxes to be broken down, a few new and old empties.  But only a few more things tonight.  Then I'll have something to eat and drink then go to bed.

Meds were taken.  Should feed Sassy a last time, and do a quick quiet check on mom.  If she is awake I'll see if she needs any last thing, some water or tea... iced.  I set up her coffee earlier.  Might put the grinds and allulose in my french press too, for an easier start.

We have done bundles of work since returning.  She has memory issues, but so do I.  We are... learning to... take a breath.  And just ask, not shout or accuse.  It's working.  We, neither of us, gets our way, when or as we always want it.  But with a little patience, we get through communal and personal needs and wants as possible 

Well... on to getting laundry down, checking the dryer... if I think it is all clear.  Then some food?  Definitely some water.  Feeding Sassy.  Checking on mom.  Then up for a few more chores before crashing.  Would love a shower but have had nearly two a day since returnig.  A day off, or two, would be good.

Good night.  Or later.

Let's ask Hayden.

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She is going to be sorely dissapointed.

When I paint her room (not on my shortlist in any case), she wants me to use a roller.  Well, and move everything to one side of the room, paint, and reverse the process, plus tape and cover.  No.  NO!

Everything will be pulled, everything will be taped, drop cloth will be taped in, curtains will be removed, and I will use the machine.  Further, the plan, for me, is to hit two rooms, minimum, at a time.

Rolling would take all day, or two, especially with brush crevice and trim work.  No.  NO!  The sprayer will do two rooms in three to four hours.  Using good paint, no need for a second coat.  She may end up in a hotel room for a night, but I'm good with that.  Uhrm, she'll go before I start.

But that won't be a thing until weather begins cooling this fall.  I don't do dirty deeds in the summer heat.  Period.

She pouted that we should just ask Hayden.  I looked deliriously at her, and said "LET'S"!  With a bit of a cruel chuckle and grin.  A, I am pretty sure which way that will go, without any pre-pressuring, maybe with it.  B, I don't care if he agrees, I'll be doing it my way, either way.  *grins*

Achy, sore, weary, mildly sleepy, with a headache.  Didn't sleep well or much.  Did start carvedilol this morning.  Couldn't find, or focus to find, it yesterday.  Furosemide, potassium, minerals, daily chewable, and B super complex in the rotation, again, all.  Losarten in five days, scheduled in my calendar.

Some plans for today.  I don't think I can.  Monday.  Until then I am, proverbally, gone fishing.  She doesn't know it yet.  Will be told shortly.  Sleeping, resting, light sorting in my room.  To get clothes arranged in drawers, open floor space, open table space to begin taking one or two of those down, but none of it in an even slight hurry.

If I can open a specific dressing area, and get my underwear and socks sorted into the drawers and by type, cotton boxer-briefs in this or those drawers, close together, tech/synthetic boxer-briefs in a sister drawer, wool, synthetic, and compression socks in their own drawer(s), I'll be happy.  Sleeping or resting as needed.

I'll pop down, time to time, to move baskets of laundry, find something she needs or wants, answer a few questions about the house as she learns things, and such.  And just to make sure she hasn't fallen or gotten stuck somewhere, somehow.  ;p  Otherwise... gone fishing.

Later.

I don't need to teach.

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Not how to cook.  How to cook keto/carnivore?  Not truly that either.  It is more showing her a few metods, introducing her to a few new food items, explaining what the exchanges replace in recipes, if the biggest thing is just getting her to stick to it.

She suggested making chocolate chip cookies.  Keto, I asked.  Of course!  She retorted.  Victoria's keto flour, this, that else.  All low carb.  But then??  She planned to use regular chocolate chips?  I just told her, if she wanted some, even with regular flour, to make her own, with regular chocolate chips.

But she said she doesn't eat them.  Dubious.  But I had to laugh.  Why would you go through the bother of making otherwise cookies only to add tegular chocolate chips?  No answer.

I looked up Choc Zero low/no carb chips.  Then regular chocolate chips... milk chocolate, my preferred.  Amazed that there wasn't much difference, or as much as expected.  And the better regular chips cost more?  So price isn't as much of an issue.  Oh, but I will want walnuts.  At least in some of them.

Anyway, crazy tired.  Trying to come down so I can sleep.  Went down a bit ago, helped with a few things, brewed tea to be refrigerated later, filled the water, and set up her coffee for the morning.

Ugh.  Good night.