Soybeans and lentils, hence the name. Or so they say.

Dang, my canoe somehow fell off its sawhorses. I think the process must have involved the tarp that was covering it turning into a sail? It's pretty unwieldy for one person to manhandle, but I got it back in the correct position to not get full of rain, so I'm proud of myself.

Operation Make Soup is slowly in progress. Have cleared off some counter space and started pulling veggies out of the fridge. I'll need to start a load of towels before I do more of that, though. and I need to sit here and not move for a few minutes before doing anything about the towels.

I keep planning to spend a weekend day cooking up a big batch of stuff, but then stuff happens. This weekend it was dealing with Dad. We're moving him into memory care tomorrow, so I spent all afternoon dealing with that.

So tired, and emotionally out of spoons.

Happily, I found time to stop at TJs yesterday, where I got a bunch of lunches and a frozen pizza. Tomorrow I'll be on the run all day (what a great use of my limited vacation time, sigh), and then I will have chorus rehearsal.

Dad's been delusional off and on all week, and we've had to hire overnight care. On top of everything else, he's managed to break his $$$ dentures, and I have to get him into the dentist tomorrow to see if he can fix them. God knows how long it's been going on, but they're causing actual pain, so that can't have helped his mental state/cognitive abilities.

I did finally defeat the dragon Verizon, and made a bunch of other calls I needed to do.

Now I'm at home with a cup of tea I wish was a whiskey, and I need to pay bills and walk the dog. Argh.

I keep planning to spend a weekend day cooking up a big batch of stuff, but then stuff happens. This weekend it was dealing with Dad. We're moving him into memory care tomorrow, so I spent all afternoon dealing with that.

I keep meaning to do the same thing, but it never happens either. Usually baby stuff and lack of energy get in the way. I'm sorry about your dad.

We are attempting to let ltc sleep in the crib at bed time tonight. I'm feeling a little ill about it, and we haven't even put her to sleep yet.

That sounds rough, Consuela. I hope getting him into memory care helps.

I was just gonna take Walter for a walk, but I thought I would drop my grocery bag and the candy I bought to keep at my desk in the car on the way and when I opened the car door he, of course, hopped in and wouldn't come out. So we went to see if I could find the park that is getting improvements, including a dog park. I think we did, but it's too early to see what they are doing. Anyway, there was a paved trail around the park so we walked that. There are some nice little parks on that I can get to a little more easily than I thought - it's just residential neighborhoods that I never have reason to go to, so I haven't explored it.

ETA: Aha! The park improvements were supposed to be completed in December like I thought, but El Nino hs pushed back the expected date to February. I was thinking maybe I read Dec '16 as Dec '15 and would have to wait all year. Couple of months is much better!

Sheesh, Suela. How tough.

Poor Tim.

Consuela, I hope the dentures are fixable.

I made some carrot soup for lunches this coming week. Along with crackers, cheese, and fruit, it's a pretty satisfying lunch. And the color's nice in midwinter.

My root canal, while not something I'd recommend, was (Almost) no big...guess I was luckily to get a special dentist that just...canals roots all day, or whatever.Nicest guy--not at all the freak I was prepared to meet. Poor Tim!

Consuela, I'm glad you're getting him moved if that's what he needs. But what a PITA everything is.

Yeah, that sounds like a huge pain, Consuela. (Which is why I was bugging my mom at Christmas about moving--they've been in their place 30 years now. It's packed full. And mom was like "it just seems like so monumental a task..." and I'm like "...it's not going to get any EASIER? And what if god forbid, you die before dad??")

I just did my taxes! I feel so fucking adult. I also played with a baby, made a dinner from scratch (well, Blue Apron scratch) and am about to finish some laundry. If I can just drag myself to the gym I will have adulted all over the fucking place.

Consuela, that's a lot to deal with. Good luck on the dad-move.

We are attempting to let ltc sleep in the crib at bed time tonight. I'm feeling a little ill about it, and we haven't even put her to sleep yet.

We moved Peanut into her room/crib Friday night. She adjusted like a champ, so I have faith ltc will, too. (I may or may not have been a total wreck Friday night. Okay, I totally was. So, sympathy on that if you are too.)