Hollow Threats

Here I am again at the library printing out another shipping label. This one is for two Barbie clothes patterns I found at the bins. They are incomplete which I put into the description.. I hope she read it.

In other news Joe is leaving me again.. This is a weekly occurrence and it still hurts my heart, a gut punch every time it happens. The trigger this time is a lost blood pressure cuff. He put batteries into it but doesn't know where he put it after that! I, as I always suggest, suggested that he develop a routine of putting things BACK where they came from for easier access. He railed at me about the house being messy and how can you find anything. Which had nothing to do with putting the blood pressure machine back on "Annabelle's table".

He can not find his phone charger, another bone of contention. Why don't you plug it in one place and leave it. I do. I plug mine in the bedroom and I always know where it is. He charges a phone, removes the charger and puts it someplace else. Hides it from himself.

I put the car keys over the back of the chair or they are in my purse. He attached them to the calendar on the wall where there is a nail or something easily available for hanging something. Beau found them after searching for about an hour. Or it seemed an our.

And he becomes very agitated and defensive. The defense is an offense. The offense is to leave me, move into an assisted living facility. The other day I was talking to Debbie and she mentioned that as a fantasy I should dream of putting him in a facility and visiting him daily. Which reminds me of Ted S. visiting his step-Dad with his mother. When his Mom left the room his step Dad turned to him and asked "who is that old woman?".

We have that house/trailer in Florida. I need to get rid of it. Maybe just let it go. But I still have to clean it out. I could go down and have it done in a couple of days. The sofa is comfy but.....

Anyway, life with someone with rapidly advancing MCI.