Robin's Nest

 Routines are crucial for a person with dementia. They are not crucial for those that live with dementia, that would be where the problem lies. Today as I moved dressers into rooms and bookshelves out of corners to accommodate impulse purchases it became apparent that changing any routines for other people is not a good idea.  My house is still in utter chaos with all the attempts of packing to leave. I did manage to get some things put away and the kids clothing for school washed and dried, not put away. The big dogs ran off yesterday and stayed out way longer than their usual 4 hours. I actually began to worry that they may have gotten hit by a car or something. I really need the fence finished so that I can relax a teeny bit. This makes me regret not taking the hundred acres. Today I plan to work on the chicken house after the kitchen and living room are cleared of the mess from moving things around. This is the dresser for the oldest This was the dresser for the oldest The seller d

 I keep thinking about the "Hannah house" that is the name my sister gave the farmhouse in Oklahoma that we were virtually smitten by. It was sad to see how different things were from my imagination. The right house does exist, I am pretty sure I will not recognize it when it appears. We plan to travel in September to look at 2 more possibilities. They are both on the same road, not very far from each other. It appears to be much less property with either one of them. One has 30 and the other has 57 acres of property. Both have their good points, funny though the one with more acres is far less expensive that the one with less acres.  Now on with the closeout of August! This past weekend I resolved to get this house in the best livable shape possible for the balance of our stay here. That for me, means having dressers for the girls in their rooms. So, a shopping I went in search of something sturdy and functional and nice looking. To my surprise I found several and now I can

 No, I do not mean the weather as it shows no sign of cooling down at this time. It is the end of the third week of school for the kiddos. We had planned to fly back to Oklahoma tomorrow, however we are going to wait two weeks. I need time to emotionally cool off. I really thought the 100-acre property would be where we were going to land. After seeing it, I know we cannot. If DH almost falling off the porch weren't enough to say no the sunken jacuzzi bathtub in the master bath was. The drop-off behind the back porch was another incentive not to buy. If we were a bit younger and not bringing a wheelbarrow of dementia and fall risks with us, then the place was beautiful. The triple digit weather got to DH. The last day we were there he was ready to head back to the hot plains of Colorado. Once here he quickly wanted to go look at other properties in the triple digit state, and frankly so did I. I am not sure what it is that I do not care for about where I live. I do know it isn'

 Yes, I am a yo-yo. There I've said it, not before you did, but I am owning that title. I am definitely struggling with the whole idea of moving and selling this house, even though I do not care for this house that much. I am chalking it up to several things but the biggest is fear of the unknown; I am not afraid per se, just nervous about leaving this house unsold, empty and thinking anyone else can come back and do what needs to be done for it to be ready to sell.  As I get things ready, and the place is in an upheaval of disorganized piles of clothing and boxes and anything else you can think of, the anxiety builds. I can only do so much and when it comes to the outside yard anything I suggest is met with "I'm not sure". Now the Fall winds have started and trying haul away vehicles and scrap metal will be more of a challenge than it would have been if done during the Summer. That entry to this post was started before we made the trip to Oklahoma so that the girls a

 Today the kiddos went back to public school, hopefully it will keep them learning and entertained as well. I spent my first morning without them doing tasks that up to now have been impossible to get done. The list did not get finished, but I made a dent in it. Tomorrow I will make another dent in it. Not as big as today's dent, but a dent, nonetheless. My grand by AW My Grand by DD and my youngest My slightly tall teen During my running around today, I was gifted many boxes for moving from my daughter and her neighbor and my neighbor. Now if I get any down time, I will start filling those boxes. It is now Thursday and there has been absolutely no down time. The kids are loving school so far, but isn't that how it goes? Next week it may be a different story. fire in the sky the beginning of a stormy night more dark clouds fluffy and bright with dark and scary more of the same All of the clouds were from the same evening into night and boy what a night that turned into. Moving

 Minivans have been a part of my life for quite some time, saying goodbye is difficult. I think in a sense it is not forever goodbye, but more like see you later. At first, we were going to take it to my sister and let her have it as an extra car. We had the need to keep it just a bit longer, so we did. Now my granddaughter needs it for a weekend job. We decided, even though it isn't the best car, that she might get some use out of it for a few months until we can find her something else. Her Audi is stumping even the professionals, so it may be off to the crusher soon. It is sitting in the driveway fairly close to my own Audi that has suffered at the hands of a "teenager" of a different sort. It too should be put out of its misery, but alas the "teenager" wants to fix it.  We, meaning me, have many tasks to complete this week. Deciding when we are heading to the next adventure, picking up the MH from the repair shop, packing, bringing all things down from the a