Dad is a bit obsessed with Siri these days. He’s used Siri for quite some time, asking every morning “What’s the temperature?” and “What time is it?”

I realize I’ve been sounding a bit sour lately. But that’s because this blank platform makes it so easy to shout into the universe allowing me to just be open and honest.

I’ve learned a valuable wardrobe lesson from my dad these past ten years. No one, absolutely no one but you, cares or pays attention to what clothing you have on.

First nap of the New Year. After a morning arguing with me about whether or not strawberries are still in the market, asking if I was drinking Folgers, complaining about…

“I’m not pregnant!” That’s what he shouted out to me after a bladder ultrasound to check on some blood in his urine. The urologist told us it was pretty normal with prostate cancer.

I’ve learned a valuable wardrobe lesson from my dad these past ten years. No one, absolutely no one but you, cares or pays attention to what clothing you have on.

I hate changing my father’s diapers. Seriously. Detest. Abhor. Loathe. Despise. It is my absolutely least favorite thing about caregiving. You will never get used to it.

It’s not as bad as it looks. 1/2 of these are vitamins to supplement deficiencies and possibly, help nerves, vision, brain & body decline more slowly and, ideally, more comfortably.