Here I am again - Friday night - 7:45 and I've been dealing with Blanche since 5. I'm not sure how much more I can take tonight. We made a big food mistake today and now I have nothing to feed her for dinner. This morning we gave her chicken wings and a fully cooked pork cutlet. I went over to her place to see what leftovers I could give her and gone - all gone! She even ate the large piece of leftover steak she had taken home with her last night. Tracy is bringing dinner home tonight but she has to work late, so I'm in a bind. I'm not much of a cook and with how picky Blanche is, it's not like I can give her soup or tuna fish.
So here we sit. I went over to her place with her because she wasn't sure how to get there. Then I checked on her food and all she had left was a partial sandwich, which she brought over to our house to eat. Then I noticed all of her trash sitting in various bags on her counter, so I gathered all of that up into one large trash bag. Last but not least, I had to wash out her little garbage pail under the sink because she throws trash into it without putting a plastic bag into it.
Hopefully, if you're reading this, you can understand now why I'm feeling sorry for myself. If not, that's okay too. Finally, tomorrow we're going to see that last place in Southbury and hopefully Tracy will make a decision before the end of this month.
One interesting story from today. Blanche was reading yesterday's New Haven Register and at one point, she jumped up and headed for the door to her apartment. I asked her where she was going (again) and she said "I just saw something important in the paper and I want to go tell my husband before I forget". When she came back, she said to me, "he wasn't home yet".
My response was a plain old "uh-huh" and that was the end of that.
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Hi JoAnn:
Don't blame you for feeling low about the food situation, but can't believe Blanche won't eat soup or tuna fish. I know she was always finicky, but at this point, does she remember what she doesn't like? By the way, Tracy always told us you were the cook - hee hee!
What exactly does the daytime caregiver do over there? Could she at least put a bag in the garbage pail (for $!#@K an hour, I think she could muster it).
I know you're in the home stretch. Rich told me you both liked the place in Southbury the best, and that they encourage pets, which is great news.
Hope that Blanche knows him a little when he arrives Wed nite, but she is at about age 10 or 12 in her mind anyway, and probably won't. I think he's prepared for it, but it still may be a little tough.
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