We're getting a good soaker here today which means another delay in our bathroom remodel project. So I made a pot of chili and curled up on the sofa to read.
A few minutes later Sweetie arrives from the doctor's office where he had his stitches removed. He gave Dad a huge stack of mail from his Post Office box and the fun began. Rather Dad's confusion did.
He made his usual comments about all the solicitations and junk mail and then took out his check book and started writing. I decided to move to the table and offer to help write out checks. Good thing I did as he'd made out one to Direct TV and was looking for the envelope. He had received one of their huge postcard advertisements, not a bill.
Things deteriorated from there as he insisted on sending a "change of address" to every envelope that he received with a yellow mail forwarding sticker. Try as we might we couldn't convince him that his change of address had been filed and these bills had just crossed in the mail. When my youngest sister called he sat in his chair to talk to her and I sorted through everything, stuffed checks in envelopes, stamped them all, attached his address labels. When he completed his call I showed him the stack of mail and said I'd walk to the mailbox with it. One bill was mailed while six stamped were wasted and the junk mail was stuffed in my pocket.
Later, I gathered up the garbage cans to dump them all in the kitchen can. Heard a rattle in his can and discovered he'd thrown away a bottle of pills! Now we have to figure out how to keep him from gathering up the garbage or go through it again once it's in the large cans in the garage. When he takes his nap we're going through his pill minder and his pill bag.
Next I called his doctor's office to change an appointment due to his up comping trip to see his sister. I was told he'd called them yesterday and cancelled all upcoming visits and said he didn't need a doctor anymore.
According to the calendar where all his appointments are listed, one appointment was for his pacemaker check via the phone line. I called them to see if he'd cancelled that and was told he'd called but was so confused he hung up. Good thing I called them too because instead of a phone line appointment he has his annual checkup in Marquette on June 9th.
No wonder I'm feel like I've been through the mill today!