A job

Did I mention Burt’s desire to get a job? Actually, he’s been on a hunt for work for a while now.

In some cases, his “bad” wife was the impediment. [I wouldn’t join him at the job, and my doing that was a requirement for his getting it.]

Other times, he felt they were too demanding or bossy. Or he didn’t show up Monday morning.

I know he’s bored. I want to find things to occupy him.

I did put together activity boxes, but except  for an attempt at having him color, I didn’t fulfill my plan.

Burt responded to my asking him to color a sign for our apartment number with “me and my friends discussed this; we don’t do that kind of work.”

My new plan: I created a box with Counting work. Another is labeled Ledgers. The pens and pencils he’s going to need are in the Color box. There is also a box with picture albums called the Memory box.

Last week, I pulled out all the books of love and appreciation I made for his birthdays over the past 4 years. I wanted him to look and get involved.

Boredom still seems the default mode, but there are glimmers of interest and hope.