It’s far more relaxing to spin plans with Burt rather than struggle. Is it an effort?
Creating some very peculiar scenarios can tax my imagination. It doesn’t try my patience as much as resisting his.
Today, he’s both insistent that we take a train somewhere to get home and that I left him alone for 3 nights.
In the latter story, he bewails not just being abandoned but also being penniless. Both are rambling tales – both literally and in the telling.
We resolved the need to take the train or bus, but now are headed to get the mail. Maybe.
One other theme that’s haunting us for the moment is the incident with this week’s substitute aide. Apparently, the police were only involved because of the age issue; she was too young for me to leave him with. Shame on me.
There’s also his job hunt. “Why did I lose my job,” he asks and answers by relating that “the girls” didn’t want to work weekends. I said so your job is dependent on them.
I try to keep up. While in rehab, he dictated elaborate business-type plans that puzzled his roomies’ wife as much as me. I just went along “to get along.”
this is our life 