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.)

Also, I went to a whiskey and cookie exchange (well, a whiskey exchange and a cookie exchange, one was not traded for the other) yesterday, which was fun. I brought the deathcrack brownies that my sister had made at Christmas. Sadly, was not super impressed by the cookies that were brought, though one guy had macaroons (the coconut kind) that he had flavored with lemongrass, ginger, and Thai chilies, which were really interesting. The whiskey exchange seemed fun (everyone brought one bottle, and went home with 12 little 2 oz bottles).

...I am still not at the gym.

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.)

Thanks. So far she woke up once with a diaper. I really wasn't expecting to be this much of a wreck. Stress eating chips.

I'm sorry, Consuela, that's hard. I hope the move goes as smoothly as possible, and that you get a chance to take some time to take care of yourself too.