October and the Operation

Sun 2 Oct
Mom was not totally lucid, even on Saturday. I must call the surgeon tomorrow. My cousin just called, and the reason that they took the catscans and the other examinations were for strokes and any other problems such as dementia. My sister's family came yesterday, but she never called. I suppose I must wait until tomorrow to get it straightened out.

Mon 3 Oct
The hospital discharged Mom today. The surgeon didn't think much of dementia and said that being in a strange place was part of it. The caregiver left at ten to four, exactly eight hours after she had come. Then today there must have been an accident around Woodhaven Road and Bristol Pike. I had to go around it twice to get home late at 4:30. Therefore, Tim was alone for forty minutes.

Tue 4 Oct
We seemd to have returned to some kind of normalcy today. Mom seems to becoming better, although she didn't take here pills until tonight. However, she's still not eating. I went to Pathmark to pick up some groceries and some percocil, a painkiller. Even the dog was out of canned food!
Tonight Mom went to bed instead of lying on the couch. I had to carry her to bed at 12:45 this morning.

Sun 9 Oct
Lori called tonight to stir some disturbing thoughts. I am already under the strain of taking care of Tim. Mom continues to eat little and to mope around the house.
The caregiver and the substitute didn't show up on Friday, and neither did the visiting nurse. I am returning to my old schedule tomorrow. I continue to struggle just to keep up with Block. This week I have two nights occupied. I must get around them.

Wed 12 Oct
MWS is dead seven years.

Sun 16 Oct
MWS's funeral seven years ago
An ugly reminder reared its head on Friday. I can't expect the buyers to help keep the open files clear. I've been deferring to them too much too long. It's part of the demurs which have me in the job in the first place.
I continue to do far too much while caring for two invalids. I had to go to PathMark two days in a roiw, and then to Walmart this afternoon as well. I've still a cold, the second infection in as many weeks.
Today I begin to put down the storm windows on the northern side of the house. I continue to struggle finding time for Block.
I am stalled at chapter six of Morrison and Boyd on the reactions of alkenes. I have problems at the end of the chapter to do over.

Tue 18 Oct
I am slowly realizing that my entire process towars learning as subject is too inefficient. If anything. Morrison and Boyd is bringing it out. I never went back to check on the concept in the chapter, nor did I follow through and spend the time on the subject.

Preparing for Winter

Thu 8 Sept
I began to repaint the window frames yesterday, and the task is very difficult; the strippers I use don't work very well -- it takes brute force to knock off some of the unpeeled paint. I placed a second coat on the frames I peeled and I put one coat on the kitchen windows which I didn't peel. That leaves eight windows to do, as I take out the conditioners. It angers me twentyseven years later when I think of what I gave up in September 1978 to avoid (so I'd thought) a deadend job.

I was looking at chapter five of Morrison and Boyd (Organic Chemistry) when I realized that I was looking at alkenes differently than when I took the course in 1976. Wisdom tends to come late.

Among my other errands yesterday: I declared the driveway resurfaced for the eyar, gathered groceries, and a haircut. I used an old coloring to hide my gray hair. Midnight needs some protections from fleas more than the gasoline we just added at $3.40/gallon. to fill the tank. The less about Schrub the better. I just placed a parody of "Say, Has Anybody Seen My Sweet Gypsy Rose?" on my newest page. Unfortunately, Schurb palys a guitar on the picture instead of a banjo. "Say Has Anybody Seen Our Brainless Prez?"

Sat 10 Sept
I discovered on the internet that "Terry" will début tomorrow on Canadian television. Both weekends seems to celebrate his life and goals: this weekend on television, and the next weekend with marathons. Shawn Ashmore plays Terry Fox, and the producers digitally prothesize his right leg.
I struggled with the front sill -- there must be forty years of layers of paint on the window frames. I don't favorably look at the other five frames. I scratched only so much before I had to give up. I was peeling off the wood.

Mon 12 September
This bout of achrony is becoming worse. Mom awakened me at 11:45 last night and insisted that I get Tim out of bed. Apparently we had a lively house all night. When I was up at 5 AM everyone was asleep.
I went to Block online to continue my review of business entities. It is a slow struggle, but I want the course down. There is so much to do before I go after the enrolled agent. I have four formal courses and pieces of four others. Then there are the online courses, nd the big one -- employe business expenses -- hasn't shown up yet; it's due this Thursday.

The buyers are moving down the hall, almost of the Credit Department. It all seems futile as my excusions into academia.

Sat 24 Sept
The past two days have been a blur of inadequacy. I took care of Tim yesterday, then the caregiver came at 8:15 this morning. I did get to shop a little, but I spent much at Walmart for "MacGyver" and "Muppets Take Manhattan" Otherwise, I did only a little Block by rewriting my notes.

Sun 25 Sept
We visited late morning, but Mom was quite out of it. They were going to move her out of intensive care when we left. The nurses were quite unhelpful in getting information about the operation.
I gave Tim a bath beforehand, but the suppository failed three times after 1:30. So I will have to wait until tomorrow for any results.
The caregive called at 5:25 AM to request the day off, so I complied. My next trick is to change my hours so I can get home earlier.

"MacGyver" wroughts too intensely for me, even a score after the fact. The situations seem so unreal. "The Avengers" seem to have the same gendre. I ask whether the job itself reflects the frustration I used to have while wading through Reaganomics. If such a hero did exist, what would it be like to have so much power? Could I learn anything from such a spontaneous character?

Wed 28 Sept
The great mixup of the day begins. I am in class at Block in the morning. The caregive consistently comes last: 7:20, 7:45, 7:48. 7:50, 7:50 -- but she is supposed to be there 7-5 every day. Next week, we begin 8-4.