Tuesday, January 15, 2013
I was just too spent last night to write anything. But yesterday and into this morning was clearly the middle.
In retrospect, his burst of energy was yesterday morning. He was very controlling about what got done when and how. He wanted oatmeal for breakfast but then complained that I wouldn't do it right. (In a double boiler, on the wood stove, overnight - because that's what he grew up with, and also he and Mom lived by choice in Maine about 1972-85 or so with only a wood stove. Added electric heat long after they built it.) I did the double boiler, of course, but he knew I did it on the electric stove.
Then, it took a couple of hours to feed him juice, the oatmeal, a scrambled egg, and a cup of coffee. Toward the end of that time, a couple of his friends stopped by; and the 3 hours up in the wheelchair taxes him far more than it had Sunday evening. And supper last night was just some pudding.
Our#1 son came yesterday, and Dad perked right up as soon as he saw him at the door. But after greeting Tobias, he slept as T and I visited sitting right beside him. Dad seemed to take no notice of when he left, but after the door closed said, "bye Toby."
Then over the entire evening, Dad told me several things with single statements. A little before midnight, he said "goodnight" three times; and I took him to be telling me it was OK to get some sleep. And how I slept!
This morning, #2 son was over right after his boys went to school. Unfortunately, I think we'd switched out of the middle time before he got here. He clearly knew David was here, but he couldn't interact at all. D took that pretty hard.
So now we await his home-going.