Saturday morning the three of us were talking. Our son said something and repeated it and Steve still didn’t seem to hear it so I said it louder. Steve told me not to yell, and said that if I don’t want to answer his questions, I should tell him to shut up. Yikes! I started treading, and speaking much more carefully and thoughtfully.
Sunday I was looking back over the prior few days. It struck me that maybe part of the problem on Thursday had been that Steve’s schedule had been busy on Thursday. He had a final in his class followed by an exercise class, followed by the dentist. Later Sunday, Steve came to me and said he thought that his schedule had been too busy on Thursday and had caused him problems. Ah ha!
Our front yard has a large section and a small section. The small section is primarily a flower bed, with a little bit of grass. In the little bit of grass, there is a purple flower that pops up each year. It must be some type of bulb, but I don’t know what it is. Last year I accidentally decapitated it with the edger. That’s probably why Steve resumed the yard work. Steve really likes this little flower and nurtures it so it will bloom.
On Sunday, Steve was taking a nap. While I was in the house, I looked out the front window and our neighbor was with her dog and two friends. They walked over to the small area of grass, she bent down, broke the plant off and tossed it into the flower bed! I was flabbergasted! I frankly didn’t know what to do, so I waited. I hoped I was wrong and that wasn’t what happened. After they left, I went outside, and sure enough, she’d broken off the plant!
The neighbor’s granddaughter, who lives with her, was crossing the street, so I called her over and asked her to tell her grandmother that I needed to talk to her. Honestly, because things had been odd with Steve, I was very shaken up and worried about how he was going to take this news. The young woman came back and said her grandmother was busy with the guests, so I explained what happened. The neighbor then came over, apologized, and said she was so sorry but they were going to take a picture of her dog and she thought it was a weed that was in the way so she took it out. She took the removed plant and said she’s take it to the nursery and get us another one. It’s now Wednesday and she hasn’t been back since.
Fortunately, Steve took it really well, although we agree it was really strange. I’m blaming the full moon.
- Trade-Offs (caregiving.com)
- The Test (caregiving.com)
- Rationalizing (caregiving.com)
- The Decline (caregiving.com)
- Promotion to Potted Plant (caregiving.com)
- Making Peace With The Clock (caregiving.com)
- Bumpy Week (caregiving.com)