Dad as sustained runny nose, which he is treating with Benadryl. That’s because he was working in the backyard and trimming back the hanging branches of the pommelo tree; so that he doesn’t have to bend over while gardening. It looks nicer but I screamed aloud: “You hurt its feeling!”
Anyway, when Mutha awoke from her quick nap upon my arrival at home this evening, she reported to me that Dad unloaded the groceries from the trunk of the MB E430 and dumped the plastic/paper bags of food onto the floor and/or kitchen counter. Normally, he helps put away the grocery.
But for whatever reason, and after Mutha treated her asthma with the inhaler machine upstairs, she discovered Dad working on the pommelo tree! He completely ignored the perishable items. She just put away the grocery herself. This is normally done by her and me. And Dad “forgot” that I’m NOT there to help Mutha.
So there you go folks, Dad has dementia. It’s going downhill and I’m not particularly annoyed just yet but will have to be a tough supervisor to ensure they are doing things properly. Nowadays, I don’t make a big deal or scream or yell, unlike that twit who doesn’t get it and screams and yells.
Perhaps, Das Squirrels must divorce the twit since her symptoms will get worse/she won’t change her bad attitude towards us/Filipinos/him. I’m saying she doesn’t want to touch him or his family or eat his food or theirs or have anything to do with Filipinos, period. I don’t know what he got himself into – I see he got someone like Dad. Karma.
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