Glitch

As with everything in life, it’s better to not get your expectations up on anything that involves other people, because when a glitch is thrown into the mix, you aren’t disappointed. The plan was to pick Dad up tomorrow after work and return him home. That was the plan. The glitch is Stillwater wants to keep him another couple of days and release him on Friday. I received a call from Rhonda, Dad’s Occupational Therapist this morning. Upon learning that he used to do all the cooking at home, she wanted to have an extra couple of days to get him cooking and properly following the series of events entailed with cooking. While, initially I was disappointed (because of my own selfish needs), it makes sense to focus on this. After all I’m not staying with Mom and Dad forever. Two plus years later and my stuff is still boxed up in their basement to the point I don’t even remember what I have and what I don’t. Clearly I have not settled into living with them. In the end; however, with whatever assistance Mom and Dad might need or not need, Dad is going to have to regain what he can of his former life and cooking is one of those tasks he did and loved doing. The flip side to this is Dad doesn't seem to have much of an appetite anymore (something we hope returns when he returns home) and food in general, while wets his whistle, loses its interest after a bite or two of even his favorite foods. We haven’t tried pizza yet (there is only one good pizza place up here, Finelli’s in Ellsworth) and we haven’t tried steak yet (when driving through Bucksport last week Dad pointed to MacLeod’s the only real restaurant worth anything in Bucksport and they do a mean steak). Both of these establishments have been frequented regularly by my parents and I promised Dad both pizza from Finelli’s and a strip steak from MacLeod’s. I never make a promise I don’t keep.

So what’s a few more days in the grand scheme of things? In the grand scheme of how far Dad's come and we've all come up this point? Not even a drop of water in the pool of life. There's always going to be some glitch somewhere, of this I've learned.   

P.S. Rhonda gushed and gushed about Dad. She doesn’t want him to go and told me as much on the phone! I loved hearing it! I didn’t have kids but I completely understand the pride parents have of their children, especially when people go on and on about them. Come on now, who doesn’t want to hear what a great amazing Dad they have? I could hear that every day and never grow tired of it, because I agree, Dad is pretty amazing.