Odie the Comedian

I took Dad to his gal friend's house this afternoon and then I went to find a spot to get online to work on some things that needed finishing. If I think I have worked a lot here, I have at least 10 times the amount of work waiting for me at home. I realize that I am tense most of the time. I think I get that from my Mom. She used to just physically be tense even when sitting. I suppose I have the same condition. I am aware of it and try to relax but it is really a hard thing to do. So to relax I went for the full nail treatment including the best pedicure I have ever had. {Sorry Amy}lol

Both girls doing my nails told me to relax several times and we laughed about it. I need to find the cure for it. Anything but another pill. But enough about me and back to Dad....We have been busy almost every day.

Once in a while I have him just kick back and lay down for a nap after lunch. He tends to sit in a chair and nap which is not good for his neck or his back....once in a Blue Moon he will voluntarily go to the bed and put his feet up. I am trying to get him to make a habit of it instead of sitting in a chair....I don't mean a recliner either. He sits in an armless straight back chair and SLEEPS! Dad and my Father in law are the only two people that I have ever seen that can do that. I have NEVER ever seen my husband even attempt that. I would be picking him up off the floor.

Dad did go to his 1938 Class Luncheon today. There were eight of them at the table. That was an interesting group. All 90 year olds. I overheard a 90 year old woman in the group say, Frankly, my dear, I don't give a damn. Now THAT was funny and several of us in the nearby tables heard it and started to laugh. I was sitting alone at a nearby table just to give the oldsters their own space. They wanted me to join but I would rather not as I consider it Dad's time.

Although Dad thought it would be funny to respond to a question from one of the ladies there about his '31 Durant as willing to take a good price for it. I turned around quickly and gave him a brows down look and he started to laugh. Very funny Dad. Your a RIOT....and he gets funnier....

He was trying to put his belt on earlier to go to Louise's and he got flustered unbeknown to me at the time and I heard his comment and asked,"Would it kill you to ask for help." His answer, "Yep, it might."

Another conversation between him and I today was about him taking off from the car when I had my hands full and he proceeds to go up the stairs to the front porch without me behind him. I finally get up there AFTER he is all the way up. I stand there with my hands on my hips and say, "What's wrong with this picture." His reply..."I don't see a picture."

I proceeded to explain YET ONCE AGAIN what will happen if he breaks a leg, or his arm, OR HIS BACK. I will have to call 911. He says, "Well, just call the Undertaker...."
I roll my eyes and say,"Last time I heard, they don't bury you with a broken leg." I told him HEY, I got my snappy answers from my Dad! lol

After getting Dad from Louises tonight and we get home, he is getting ready for bed and I asked if he was able to take care of himself for a couple hours while I head out to use the computer...of which I am doing right now to catch up here. His reply with a straight face, "Nope, I don't think so.....I need someone to stay with me 24 hours a day." Then he grinned. LOL He really is able now to stay for very short periods of time as long as he isn't walking around outside or trying to do something he usually has assistance for. We all need some time alone. I know I must feel like his shadow sometimes but its a matter of prevention. IF he breaks a bone, his freedom is really shattered. I want him to be able to walk unhampered and to make his own decisions as long as possible. Hopefully up to the time he takes his last breath.

And so it goes...