1 Timothy 1:5 Now the purpose of the commandment is love from a pure heart, from a good conscience, and from sincere faith
Me, and Mike, on an airplane going somewhere – I don’t remember where, right now.
Today we were alone again. All our company is gone, and it was a quiet, uneventful, day. Mike slept. I was on the computer, or my tablet, when I wasn’t fixing a meal, or coffee, or something else, for Mike. The whole day, inside the house was just quiet. No music playing, Mike didn’t go to the family room to watch tv. He napped in the living room – read a little – and napped some more.
Outside, the wind was blowing like crazy! It was raining, and it was cold. Mike was concerned the cover would be blown off the jacuzzi, so he went outside to secure it. This cover is hinged in the middle so you can fold it back and check the water temp, etc. Mike put a cinder block onto 1 side of the cover. I didn’t say anything, he says I am always correcting him, or telling him he’s wrong. I try not to ‘correct’ him. I try to make it easier for him, but he takes it as my faulting him at every turn. So he came back into the house, got ready to eat dinner, and – the wind blew open the 1/2 of the cover that wasn’t held down. He got frustrated, I still didn’t say anything. When he went back out, he put a roll of garden matting (for weed control) onto the side opposite of the cinder block. Again, I didn’t say anything, but I betcha that roll isn’t sitting on top of the cover tomorrow morning. And it may have to be rolled back up.
After dinner, I got the dishes done, I told Mike I was going to take a shower, and he asked me if I could look at the tv for him, he couldn’t get it to work. I went to the family room, and picked up the 2 controls and tried them. Neither one worked. I told him we’d have to wait for Robert to come over. Then he asked me if I thought he should plug the power box in. (smh) I held it in, I said, ‘Yes, let’s try that’ Hmmmm – the tv came on. (eye roll to his back) So I got the channel he wanted, and then he said the remote didn’t work. I opened it and the batteries were in backwards – when I told him that he blew up! ‘THIS IS ME! MIKE! NOT THE DEMENTIA! THE BATTERIES WERE IN THERE PROPERLY!” I said okay, tossed the remote onto the sofa and started to walk away. ‘STOP RIGHT THERE! DON’T YOU WALK AWAY FROM ME!” (sigh) I told him the batteries were in backwards and I wasn’t talking to Dementia I was talking to Mike, and explaining what I’d found. He refused to listen, I just looked at him, said I was going to take a shower, and I left the room.
When no one’s around, it seems to be a constant battle.