Tnis morning I received a call from a Court Investigator who said he was coming by tomorrow to check on mom, the house and my fitness to be her conservator. I'll let you know the results tomorrow.

I''ll spend this day sprucing up the house despite the fact my migraine feels like a 9.2 on the Richter scale. Well here goes nothing.

As I was driving to get more dog food, I noticed the car was leaking water like a sieve. I bought some duct tape to see if that "might" seal the leak If it doesn't work, I'll buy some of that sealent that you put into the radiator for leaks. If that fails to stop the leak, I'll have to wait till the first of the month and get a new heater hose which means I might be walking till then.

To quote Erma Bombeck, "if life is such a bowl of cherries, why am I (and millions of others) living in the pits

WEll....

Red Green's duct tape did noting to slow the leak.

But the radiator sealent seems to be working so all is right with the world for the moment

Mac,

I wish everything the best for you in your present situation.

Take it a day at a time and it will work out if you let it go.

Its hard to do but it worked for me with my wifes issues and constant $$ problems.

The Court Investigator just left and seemed satisified, He was very pleasant and businesslike. He asked mom several questions and she gave the correct answers as far as I heard. Mom said she wanted me, her only offspring and relative in this state, to make medical decisions for her and to care for her. I showed him he meds but all he was nterested in was ner nerve pills (Xanax) and her sleeping pills (Ambien).

He stayed about ten minutes and left. He seemed satisified with both her and mine responses.

MacTheWolf (imported) wrote: Wed Apr 25, 2007 12:53 pm The Court Investigator just left and seemed satisified, He was very pleasant and businesslike. He asked mom several questions and she gave the correct answers as far as I heard. Mom said she wanted me, her only offspring and relative in this state, to make medical decisions for her and to care for her. I showed him he meds but all he was nterested in was ner nerve pills (Xanax) and her sleeping pills (Ambien).

He stayed about ten minutes and left. He seemed satisified with both her and mine responses.

Good. Now you probably need a water pump.

Yay! Sounds like things are looking up, eh? Good deal!

Somebody, anybody...just shoot me...please.

I just spent the last 2.4 hours looking for a three-ring-binder filled with typed notes on stuff I had taped. I thought maybe I mislabeled the binder and went through all 103 of my binders but couldn't find it. I looked behind bookcases, under several tables, on top of any place I thought it might be. Couldn't find it. I thought I was going to have to re-type all 134 pages again...a long task for me as I type with right index finger only.

I was at my wit's end when I decided to pour myself a cold drink of my favorite poison (Diet Coke), light up my pipe, sat in an easy chair and tried to meditate on the problem.

Ten minutes later the answer hit light a stroke of lightning. I went to a file on my computer and suddenly realized, the reason I couldn't find the binder of 134 typed pages was.........ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? .....

I had not yet typed them up yet so there was no such binder in existence...yet.

Sheesh...and I sometimes think my mom is brain-dead. I was for 2.5 hours. Hmmmm I hope it's not catching.

I HOPE your day went better than 2.5 hours of mine did

Mac,

you know that if you actually Save the document you type, if you loose the paper copy you can always reprint it.

Just my $0.02 worth

Ken

MacTheWolf (imported) wrote: Thu Apr 26, 2007 6:02 pm Somebody, anybody...just shoot me...please.

I just spent the last 2.4 hours looking for a three-ring-binder filled with typed notes on stuff I had taped. I thought maybe I mislabeled the binder and went through all 103 of my binders but couldn't find it. I looked behind bookcases, under several tables, on top of any place I thought it might be. Couldn't find it. I thought I was going to have to re-type all 134 pages again...a long task for me as I type with right index finger only.

I was at my wit's end when I decided to pour myself a cold drink of my favorite poison (Diet Coke), light up my pipe, sat in an easy chair and tried to meditate on the problem.

Ten minutes later the answer hit light a stroke of lightning. I went to a file on my computer and suddenly realized, the reason I couldn't find the binder of 134 typed pages was.........ARE YOU READY FOR THIS? .....

I had not yet typed them up yet so there was no such binder in existence...yet.

Sheesh...and I sometimes think my mom is brain-dead. I was for 2.5 hours. Hmmmm I hope it's not catching.

I HOPE your day went better than 2.5 hours of mine did

Welcome to my world!