Learning to clean blood out of silk through no power of my own...

These truly are journeys in a strange life.

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So many changes...
I honestly don't recall the last time I posted for the public and I'm not going to go back and check. Here's a quick run-down of where I am now and why I'm back at lj.

1.) My dad was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease in 2009 or 2010. The disease progressed quickly due to stress and he retired from ministry as of December 31, 2011.

2.) My parents sold their house. Mom and Dad now reside in a one-level, 3 bedroom, 2 bath house in Thief River Falls. This works very well for them as Dad uses a walker to help him get around. Also because both of my sisters and their families reside in the same city.

3.) I spent from Christmas until the end of January helping my parents sort through their belongings, get rid of excess, and pack. In the past 30 days I have moved 3 times. I moved to my parents' new place, did a little more sorting and packing, and then trekked clear across the state to Lake City to help a good friend take care of her sweet little one month old. Quarters were tight, money was tighter, and there was a cat that hated my guts. I left after about 3 weeks. I am now living in St. Paul with my mom's baby sister and her family.

So, St. Paul... my function here is to provide sanity. I am the live-in companion for my uncle's mother. She is in the early stages of Alzheimer's. I cook for her, talk to her, do some light housework, try to get her to change her clothes (that's a trick I'm still working on), and basically make sure that she doesn't sleep all day or go outside on her own or get injured. I have absolutely ZERO training for this, so I'm learning as I go. Thus far I can tell you that the clear, concise directives given by healthcare websites seem like a load of patronizing bullshit. Sadie and I have our good times and our bad times and often the space between good and bad is ten minutes or less. It takes less time for her to get mad at me than it does for her to forgive me, I know that much.

I've also been adopted by one of the house cats. Toh is a big black panther-looking domestic short-hair. He seems to believe that I exist solely to pet and snuggle him at his whim. I'm quite fond of this tendency except when he tries to lay across my keyboard or when he decides that he NEEDS attention at 6 am. He's also quite clever. He can open my bedroom door when it is closed.

I came back to livejournal because I needed somewhere to vent. Somewhere to release all of the thoughts and emotions roiling in my brain. This job is not easy. If I try to hold it in, I'm gonna go nuts.

So, good to see you, lj. I'm sure you'll be seeing more of me.

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It's good to have a place to vent and decompress. Lately, I have actually seen more people migrating back to LJ, needing the chance to just *talk* (and process) that this place provides.

Welcome back.

Thank you, Nali. It's good to be back. :)

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