Everyday Life Gets Old

Another week has passed.  Everyone and everything is now more ancient than they were last week, including ongoing problems, medical matters and this humble site.  Those ongoing problems are reaching a new low.  The lady that was going to provide a little aide stuff landed in the hospital, the advocacy people weren’t answering email and a strange man came to the door on Saturday around noon and insisted he was a person to do those aide jobs.  He was totally unexpected and wouldn’t leave.

Since next Monday’s Memorial Day, assorted scheduling changes are already in play.  On Friday the Lunch Lady brought things for two weeks even though her visits are nowhere near holiday time.  The food truck is not coming until the Saturday after; plans for other food to run through the nearly two weeks need arranging.  The mixed up Avon orders are due this week.  Some sorting of Avon is still needed.  The Security Check lady may have developed a medical problem.  That is not certainty. 

Older Friend did come by yesterday.  At least there are basic supplies available, the trash got hauled out, the plants were watered and he switched the scooter batteries.  There has, of course, been little done beside just getting through each two minutes of each hour awake.  If Older Friend can make time at some time the food situation may be better; and, it’s the one bright spot in what looks like a frenzied time ahead.  That’s not all, of course, but there is only so much space here. 

May everyone’s Memorial Day turn out to be good.Fingers crossed 

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