Monday, November 14, 2011
Quick note. I did go see Mom and Dad today. Dad was really slurry with his speech and was confused. He kept calling for Margaret. I heard him when I walked in the door and asked Adrianne if he was having a bad day. She said no. I said something about him yelling and she said he'd been yelling Merry Christmas earlier. She told me that Tues and Thurs were her last days there. She's going to school to become an LPN. I told her I was really glad. She's so young and will work a long time still. That will be good. I do hate it for Mom and Dad. She stood there holding Dad's hand for the longest time. She said he wants her to hold his hand and asks her all the time to lay down with him. LOL! She said I tell him I can't do that. LOL! Anyway, Mom was about the same. I paid attention today and she did not cough while I was there---about an hour. Dad did sneeze a couple of times. Both are still on their medicine. Not much to say really. I went to WalMart today and used their money for Nov to buy Dad a new pair of jeans, a sweatshirt and some razors. I have enough of his left to buy a pack of tobacco still. I bought Mom a new pair of sweatpants, a sweatshirt, a bundle of socks and a new throw. I saw these houseshoe/socks---they are kind of like the slip-on ballet shoes---only their made of fleece and padded all around. I noticed today that Mom had on just socks. I thought those might be good to keep her feet warm and still be washable and easy to put on and take off. Ok, I'm off to bed---I am pooped. OH, Jamie, take a deep breath and don't panic about Thanksgiving. It's like any other meal----just involves a turkey. The first year Bruce and I were married I cooked my first Thanksgiving meal---made everything from scratch including the vanilla pudding---have you ever made pudding from scratch?---I mean, what was I thinking! LOL! Bottom line is it will be fine----it will be so nice at your house---really it will be so special! Love you all, Jeanie
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