Arrived home about 6pm to find a dead bee on the kitchen cabinet. That was not there when we left. Was he/she in the garage all these cold days?
Anyway, bugs or whatever creep me out so I called W to pick it up with a tissue and flush it in the “big bathroom”.
Poor guy headed toward the back entry looking for the bathroom, then the kitchen, finally I steered him to the main bath.
Even after all these years, I find it difficult to see this. It’s like a bad dream. The next moment he’ll comment that he was so happy the space shuttle landed safely.
UPDATE: According to the intake nurse, I will be allowed 3 hours respite per week. When I mentioned that I live 1/2 hour from the city, she said that maybe she could give me 4 hours. Right now I’m a bit numb.
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Oh, Gosh. My only advice is to take advantage of whatever you can get and continue to explore other ways for care…
If I lived nearby, I would come and set you free for a few hours…
Keep your chin up, Jean!
Now you are a dear, Mary! You and W would have a hoot together.Thank you for the kind thought.