Peas

The combine crew harvested the 80+ acres of peas across the road from me the other day. The smell isn't unpleasant as they are combining. It smells like peas. But a few hours later, after the waste that is left has been in the sun a couple of hours, oh my. You know how when you walk by a dumpster on a hot, humid July day, and you hurry your step a little to get away from the smell? It's kind of like that. Except there is no escaping it. Eeew!

Mom soaked the bed this morning. I guess that is the price I pay for a night of uninterrupted sleep, since she didn't get up in the middle of the night. The new waterproof mattress pad worked though! Woohoo!

I have been doing some dyeing of wool/silk laps. With the high humidity we've been having, the fiber isn't drying. Pictures later, perhaps?

Am I really doing this?

First things first. I don't promise to be entertaining, witty, funny, insightful, or educational. I started with the idea of having a place to put stories of things that Mom did/said. Anything else is just a bonus. I reserve the right to talk about anything I want here! Generally that could include, spinning, knitting, tri-loom weaving, gardening/homesteading, and caregiving for my Alzheimer's afflicted Mom.

Wow, that sounds harsh. Apparently, I don't like to be categorized.

I'll start with a story about something that happened before she came to live with me. We were having an assessment done by a public health nurse. My sister and I, the nurse, and Mom were sitting in Mom's living room, and the nurse was taking a health history. Most of the questions Mom couldn't answer, but we always gave her the opportunity.

Nurse: "Do you have any female problems?"

Mom: "Yes, I have two right here." And she points to my sister and I.

Alzheimer's has robbed her of much, but her sense of humor and wit is still intact!