I wanted to do a new video today, but something happened that made me sad, and I couldn't get the mood back again.
And you KNOW my lightning fast mind. I just now realized that if I type what I want to say, you can't tell my face is sad today -- except that I always tell you everything anyway!
I'd love to join this little lady in her pity party, but I don't want to WEAR the wine tomorrow.
And besides that, ALL THINGS WORK TOGETHER FOR GOOD TO THOSE THAT LOVE THE LORD, so it is just a matter of time before my face fits my name again.
I heard the BEST sermon by Joel Osteen last week. It was about NOT GIVING YOUR JOY AWAY. Soooooo good!
I really love the way that man thinks. He said it is bad enough that someone hurts you, or you get stuck in a traffic jam, or you get fired, or, or, or -- but don't give them your joy too. The Bible says the JOY OF THE LORD IS OUR STRENGTH. Give me a second, and I'll tell you where it is in the Bible. (Nehemiah 8:10) Right now, more than ever, I need all the STRENGTH I can muster.
For my friends that have experience with the elderly and dementia, I would love to hear your opinion on the following issue I am having with my Mom.
My Mom has lived alone for the past 20 years in a double-wide trailer on a little lake about 3 hours away from where we live. She had white pull-down shades on all of her windows. Every evening she would go through her whole house and pull all of those blinds completely down. She would check all the doors and make sure they were locked.
Mom now lives in our house, as you know. Most of my windows have mini blinds in them, but there is one window over my sink in the kitchen that has an accordion blind that pulls up and down with one long cord. Hold on. A picture is worth a thousand words.
In the following pic, NOTICE THE LONG CORD laying inside the windowsill. Notice the shade is pulled all the way up to the top of the window.
Notice the faucet.
NOTICE the faucet.
Mom grabs onto the faucet to hold herself, and -- of course -- it pulls out of the fixture, and she falls.
Today, instead of pulling that bar stool over to the sink, she pulled one of the kitchen table chairs over to the sink. HOW ON EARTH she even did that is a wonder as she uses a walker or cane at all times, and she drops things all the time.
When I went downstairs to fix dinner, I noticed right away that the faucet was hanging down like that, and the blind was crooked and only 3/4 of the way down, and the vases were moved in the wrong place. I didn't say anything right then because I had just left her room, and she was fine. I dreaded the confrontation.
Later, when we were eating dinner, Mom told me she had moved the chair over to the sink and fixed the blinds. I said, "OH, MOM! You didn't climb up on that chair, did you?" She said she did.
So, of course, I had to have a long talk with her about it.
At first, she was combative, and she had the saddest look on her face. Just like a child in trouble!
Later, after our long talk, she finally agreed that I was right. She said, "Something told me not to do it, but I did it anyway." She told me over and over that she was very sorry.
The thing is. SHE FORGETS! What about tomorrow -- and the next day -- and the next day. I don't want to put gates up between the rooms and lock her out of them.
I don't want to lock her in her room.
I pray God assigns extra angels to my Mom to protect her from her broken brain.
Other than that, all is well. Jerry has been gone all week, but will be back tomorrow afternoon. He hardly ever goes upstairs, so he usually notices when Mom goes on one of her "walks" to close blinds and doors. It really helps to have an extra set of eyes and ears on her.
Trust all is well where you are tonight. I'll be back soon with our Mother/Daughter blouses.