We had plenty of other "thunder" throughout the week, too.
My father-in-law's Alzheimer's is progressively getting worse. His wife reached her limit last week, after he jumped in the truck and disappeared for the third time in one week. Apparently they had argued and so he just left. She called Hubby, not knowing what to do. His father had told her he was going to get his job back. We decided we should probably call his last place of employment and warn them, not knowing if he would be belligerent if he actually showed up there. A little while later, my sister-in-law called Hubby. His father was at a different former workplace. The receptionist there realized something wasn't right, and when she asked to see his cell phone, my father-in-law handed it over - that's how she found us. She kept him there talking (which he loves to do) until Hubby could get there. Turns out that was the third time in a week that my father-in-law had been there. The first time, he managed to get clear to the roof where construction was being done. The second time, he got back into the plant. The third time, the receptionist waylaid him. Now she has our numbers so if he shows up again, she'll call. Hubby and his brother talked to their dad, trying to get through to him that he can't just walk into places like that. They offered to follow him home (to another town) but he refused. He assured them he could find his way home. He did.
But his wife now thinks it's time to explore nursing home options. She invited her daughter and my Hubby to visit a local nursing home with her. Hubby was convinced she was ready to be done with his dad. But she quickly realized how expensive it would be. She backtracked and said she was only exploring what is out there "just in case". They suggested she look into having someone come to their house a couple times a week, in order to give her a break from being my father-in-law's only caretaker. We think (we hope) she finally sees the wisdom in that. My father-in-law is very confused at times, but physically he's in good shape. He may be going downhill but he hasn't hit the bottom yet.
Daughter raced again Friday night. She knocked more time off her qualifying round, made it to the feature, and got paid at the end of the night. On the way home from the track, one of her trailer tires blew and by the time she got home, she was riled up. Everything costs money she doesn't have. Well, yes, we've been trying to tell her that but she wouldn't listen. Hubby and I just bit our tongues - there's no point even trying to discuss things with her when she's mad at the world.
Into every life a little rain must fall...
It's a good thing I bought new rain boots!
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