This post is going to be lame. I have spent the last week sitting in a motel room with Monte. Fortunately he and I always have a pretty good time together and I like motel rooms.
So since last Friday, Monte sleeps most of the day and is up all night. But when he gets up in the late afternoon, after a rough patch for about half an hour, he cheers right up and we get talking and laughing and have seriously good conversations. He is so smart. I take his dog out for walks and periodically go to Denny's for food. Food is food. Monte doesn't eat. Since last Friday he has eaten one sandwich. Thats it. Fortunately for him he has a great store of food on his body (fat) to feed from.
About six weeks ago when I was down, April and Myles and I went to the local Vietnamese pho restaurant. This place is busy busy busy!
I went there a couple of nights ago by myself for some pho. The little waitress came over and gave me a big smile and hello and said, "You have been here before! You had the beef stew!" Egads!!! How is it she remembered that with all the people that come through this place? I have a horrible suspicion I have entered that group of people that are odd enough to be memorable. I have a hair appointment Friday. Thank God!
When I decided to come down here I left the house in about five minutes. I grabbed my half packed suitcase, threw in pills and hair stuff, (no bath stuff, no deodorant, no tooth brush etc...). I threw in four shirts, two tights and a housecoat. No socks, no underwear (yes people, commando isn't as bad as you might think). I did remember my instant coffee though.
In the light of no underwear or socks I decided to find the nearest fat lady store. The one I used to go to either closed or moved.
And guess what? THERE ISN'T ONE!!!! I told everyone I was the fattest person living on the North Shore. Well this proves it! So commando it is. I could try Walmart but there are pictures of pineapples on all there fat lady stuff. So, no.
Tonight I am going to April's for supper. Between here and there I shall stop and pick up some bread to go with the spaghetti she is making. She is so busy. I don't know how she manages. I just don't want her to feel obliged to entertain me. I am coming back down on the 21st and can visit then.
Before I got down here Monte went out to get a coffee and he hit a speed bump the wrong way and he felt he had totally wratched his front right wheel. He said it wasn't driving right and it cracked his hub cap.
When I got down here I expected to see a ruined wheel with a flat tire. But it looked okay, not flat. Definitely a cracked hub cap and a bend on the rim but the tire wasn't flat. So taking my life in my hands, the next morning I hopped into the van and took it for a spin. It seems fine to me which totally simplified the visit down here. No tire to fix.
Monte has a two hour appointment with his psychologist tomorrow and from there he is heading to Victoria til after Xmas. His dear dear friend Peter has invited him to stay with him and his sister. I am so so hoping Monte will go to mental health and look into assisted living while he is in Victoria. At least for now. And I hope that Monte will be able to mind his p's and q's while at Peter's. It would be a terrible thing if he unwittingly caused even one moment of grief in that loving household. And thanks to info Kathy gave me and a little more research Monte and I did yesterday, I think he has all the phone numbers and info he needs. Now he just needs to follow up. Fingers crossed.
Well Monte has finally fallen asleep. Its already after twelve noon. He will sleep til tonight now. I sure hope he will be up and at it tomorrow morning. We have to check out of here by 11. Maybe he can plan to have lunch with his friend then go to his appointment. I have enjoyed this visit with him even though its been tough at times. He had two seizures but he recovered quickly. I don't see Monte much anymore. The last time was August. We talk lots on the phone but it isn't the same as seeing him. Gotta bounce! TTYL
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