Y’all, it’s fucking April fool’s day. I’m not getting divorced. My wife is the only one who can tolerate me and I’m certainly the only person who can tolerate her.
Eventually the HAVE to go to a care facility. They can hurt or kill someone. Jim Carrey’s dad died by pouring himself a boiling hot bath and sitting in it. It’s nature’s cruellest disease, and the flagship for assisted suicide.
My grandmother kept walking off in the night. The police brought her back a number of times. Really what broke the dam of putting her in a care facility. It would have been a matter of time before she wound up hospitalized or frozen to death. It’s also fucking criminal what care facilities charge but the workers are a different level of caring. I don’t know how they do it. One of the sadder subplots of The Sopranos because it hit so close to home was Uncle Junior sinking into dementia.
My grandpa’s wasn’t too bad until he slipped and fell outside, then the dementia went into overdrive very quickly. Apparently it’s common when there’s an accident or something.
Or a stroke. My mom’s accelerated after a series of mini-strokes. These days our conversations are usually the exact same six sentences, over and over again. Dad doesn’t get out much.
This is what we think started my mom's dementia. It quickly turned into she didn't know who my dad was. She kept leaving the house because a "strange" man was there. After a frantic search and finding her in a ditch along the road halfway to the neighbors one night we had to move her to a care facility. In the end she didn't recognize any of us and wanted to know where my brother and I were. She was looking for us as little kids. The fear in her eyes not knowing who any of us were and not knowing where her family was is the most heartbreaking thing I've ever gone through. I wouldn't wish it on anyone.
*proper thread now* ran 10 miles today. Last time I did that I was in high school and weighed 135 lbs. I'm 185 now. What's even more insane to me is that just a few months ago I was struggling to even walk up a flight of stairs, struggling with long-covid.
I do think that for some animals it would be an asset. Now that I have my endurance up, I might be able to get a croc pissed off enough to chase me, then tire out, chase me, then tire out, repeat until it dies of exhaustion. Or it catches me. 50/50 chance. funny thing is, humans used to be persistence hunters. Meaning, if we couldn’t kill our prey right away, we could chase it until it couldn’t go any further. You can thank our ability to sweat, as well as our ability to move efficiently, for that. An antelope, for example, is faster than us, sure, but they have to stop to take breaks. We’d hunt them in packs. When it would stop, we’d catch up. It would take off, we’d track it and catch up again. Eventually thirst and exposure would get to it. so, can you out-run an antelope? Not initially. But eventually.
My fridge smells like a fart right now, but I got some eggs boiled and decorated for an egg hunt this weekend.
https://www.theidiotboard.com/threads/wdt-spring-is-here-nsfw.255151/page-2#post-686437 I feel vindicated. The neighbor that hit the dog in the linked post swore up and down that he didn't hit him. The dog owner and the driver called me, drinking together, to "get the honest truth" about what happened to the dog. I think he was trying to imply that my dog got ahold of the hound, right behind his SUV, and hurt him enough to kill him. We were all pretty certain he was dead even though he limped away. He was missing for eight days. The driver was just trying to pass blame onto our dog. Well, the dog was found with with broken leg or hip, other obvious signs of getting mashed by a car. And he was still alive. It'd be nice if people were fucking honest. It's not like he was at fault, either, there's no way he even saw the dog coming.
Well, this has already been a long week... so I do believe I'll be calling in a couple of float days and I'm now on PTO until Tuesday. Looking forward to cleaning out the shop and garage and getting back to doing shit.
Doing that today. The baby woke my wife and up and 4 so we’re both exhausted. We just looked at each other this morning and decided to both take a sick day. Fuck it.
Oh yeah. It is spring cleaning weekend, especially considering the unseasonable warmth coming this way soon.
These last two weeks have been nothing but manual labor for me. Helping my cancer friend finish his half renovated garage and clean up his motorhome so he can sell it. Then at my house, I've moved 2000lbs of pavers and 1-1.5 yards of dirt in preparation for the gazebo. BTW, dirt is heavy. Like really heavy. I loaded up my half ton truck with what looked like a reasonable amount but even with my helper bags, I was dragging ass. Thankfully I only had to go >2 miles or I would've been shoveling some out. And unfortunately, the dirt was about 4' higher than the bottom of the fence and rotted out all the fence board ends which need to be replaced. Went to Lowe's yesterday, loaded up 75 fence boards, went to the check out and apparently, someone put the wrong boards in the wrong area and instead of grabbing $2.50 boards, I had loaded up 75 $4.98 boards. Nope. So off to Home Depot today for the correct boards.