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Coffee anyone....

Blog Week Birthday Bastion 2025

Prompt 5. Sept 5.
Music Prompt with coffee.



Well that was crazy silly, but fun. I think I need some coffee before I write anymore. And lunch would be good too.

Beyond that I can't get into that prompt.

I have promised my mother I will take her out to do some shopping. I need to get cat food at Ren's Pets and maybe some things at Walmart. She wants to go out to dinner. I am not a fan of going out for dinner with her. I know that sounds awful... but think of a woman with Dementia who only wants to go out to drink. Drinking makes the dementia worse and she is drunk within minutes of downing a glass of wine. I hate spending time with anyone that is drunk, if I can help it.

I used to drop her off and let her take a cab home, but I am finding she can't do that anymore. She's also misplaced her housekeys.... so it's probably easier to go with her.

For my sanity, I ask the waitress not to bring the wine until the food comes. I find she does not drink as fast or as much if there is food in front of her. If she doesn't order anything, I can order something for her and tell her she ordered it. She usually forgets that we ordered anyway.

Taking her out tonight will also allow me to feel less guilty when I take the day on Sunday to go to the Eden Mills Literary Street Festival. I'm looking forward to listening to writers read from their works and taking part in Sarah Selecky's Story Is A State Of Mind workshop in The Cedars by the Eramosa River. I'm so looking forward to it, but I don't want to get my hopes up in case Mom is having a bad day and I have to not go... then my ticket becomes a mere donation.

I never thought my life would come to this, but I still have my mother - even if she is not her usual self. At this point she usually knows who I am.

I am also wondering how I am going to maneuver my supply teaching work. On good days all is well, but what about the more difficult days? It's time like these that I wish I wasn't an only child. I also wish my aunt lived closer... but she also has her hands full with my uncle's declining health and my cousin's cancer rehabilitation - he picks up every infection and the cancer magnifies the issue. She's currently in hospital suffering with caregiver burnout. It's a real thing, people.

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