Matthew 5:9 Blessed are the peacemakers, For they shall be called sons of God.
Mike at the New South Wales Art Gallery. The area is called Woolloomooloo October 2019
Mike went to the Bennett House today, and he didn’t want to go. Then he said he didn’t want to be there until noon. I told him his hours were 11:30-2:30, and they set the hours. He harrumphed! and then got into the car.
I got to meet my friend Heather at the Shops in downtown CDA – we started out with crème Brule tea – it was delicious. And I found a pair of boots that just might work out perfect for me.
When I got back to pick up Mike, he began to complain about being at the Bennett House, telling me they didn’t do anything before lunch (which is at noon) I assured him he could handle the 30 minutes there before lunch, I suggested he read his book while he waited to eat. Then he said, “They’re having a barbecue on Wednesday, in the parking lot. I’m not going.” I looked at him and told him, “Take it up with Dr. Britt” I left it at that and drove home. He hasn’t said anything else about it, so Wednesday it will be interesting to see if he remembers he didn’t want to go (however, this is really nothing new, and I can’t give in or he would choose to never go back)
After we got home, Mike tried to start the chainsaw – I really wish he wouldn’t, but Dr. Britt hasn’t told him no and Mike refuses to listen to me in most things. My hands are tied! I have no back-up. Thankfully, it wouldn’t start – he had been back and forth to the shop and he left the large, roll-up door opened. I didn’t say anything to him, and later we left to go to dinner it was still opened. When we got home I told him the door was opened and he yelled at me. “I didn’t do it! This is Mike talking and not dementia! I didn’t do it!” He got out of the car, slammed the door closed and stomped over to shut the door. I pulled into the garage and went into the house. Mike asked me to join him watching tv, but I had a project I wanted to work on and told him that. He said okay, be that way! Seriously, I wasn’t upset with him, I wanted to work on my project. I heard him stomp his way to the family room and then the tv came on so loud I didn’t have to strain to hear it.
Almost an hour passed and I heard Mike walking up the stairs. I was in my office/craft room, so I paused on the project and he walked in and apologized for yelling at me and for slamming the car door. I thanked him and he hugged me! I think that’s only the 3rd time since August 2020. He kissed the top of my head and then left to go back to watch tv.
I can still hear the tv going – it’s almost 11 pm. I keep hoping to have myself settled in bed, lights out, and falling asleep by 10, but it’s been a long time since that’s been accomplished. I am still getting up between 6:30 and 7 in the mornings and my days are very long. Tonight, after I gave Mike his meds, and thought he was going to go to bed, I heard the front door open, so I had to run downstairs to check – Mike was outside looking for the grandkids (at 10 pm) He came back in, locked the front door and dropped an ibuprofen. I asked him what he was doing with them and he said they were in with the meds I gave him; “no, Mike. I didn’t give you any. And you had 3 this morning, now you have 4 in your hand.” He looked puzzled and said again I gave them to him. “No, I did not.” and I took them from him. Then he said, “My arm hurts, I need them.” I told him he didn’t need them, he needed to go to bed. So he headed for the family room. As soon as he was out of sight, I quietly went into the kitchen, took the bottle of ibuprofen and put it away with the other meds. Now I’m wondering if I should do the same with all the OTC stuff, vitamins, etc that are in the master bedroom cupboard. DARN! That’s going to be a real chore!