Not even amusing

It's 11:33 at night and dad is now up for the day. He went to Bed at a reasonable hour, around 9:00 - 9:30, but I get a knock on my door from my daughter ... papa's up. He's downstairs in the kitchen fully dressed eating a sandwich like he does every morning; the only problem is its not morning, it's fucking midnight. As the the "brochures" say they start to lose the ability to distinguish between night and day. (of course when I say brochures it's not in the literal term). Fuck, now I am awake and I have to work in the morning ... this weekend I'm getting a GD baby gate block his ability to climb stairs, I am going to double key deadbolt the front and garage door, so if and when he does get up he can wander around the frickin downstairs all he wants without disturbing the normal people.

Today was the toppers. Now get this, the man is over 81 years old. One of his obsessions is the trash cans (the others are door locks and light switches) but I digress. He is on the side of the house where the trash barrels are. I know this because I can hear the iron gates when they are opened and closed. I hear the neighbors dog barking, which he never does, and I think, what the hell is that man doing to the neighbors dog. When this goes on for three four minutes I stop working and go investigate. The front door is a jar when I get to the bottom of the stairs so I head out to the side yard to see whats going on. Dad is no longer on the side of the house where the trash cans are. I walk around and look in my neighbors yard to see why the dog is barking and my crazy pops in standing (or walking) around in the neighbors back yard. I try the gate but the gate is pad locked. I call him over to ask him what the hell he is doing but of course he gives me some insane response. So I head to the front door of the neighbors and ring the bell. The wife that lives there works at night so she is home sleeping (I'm sure she was thrilled to be awaken but such issues). She gets a key and opens the gate. Now I have heard of going over to the neighbors house to get your cat or dog which have have jumped the fence or squeezed though the bars but never a FUCKING CRAZY POP. His arm is bleeding from the journey over the wall I guess so I take him home and bandage him up. Not losing the opportunity to explain to him what a fucking crazy thing that was. After I get him settled I go look at the side of the house where our trash barrels are and they are all moved around. Right then I could tell what he did. He took a five gallon bucket turned in over and use it as a step to get ON TOP of the trash bin (the large city type used for trash, recycling and greenwaste) and jump down into the neighbors yard. Now recall this old fuck is 81 and my neighbors house is on a lower grade then mine. It's at least a 7 ft drop in the ground. FUCK! He cant start at the adult day care fast enough.

Oh Boy

It's 11:30 in the morning and I go downstairs from my office to make him some lunch. He's standing at the bottom of the stairs with this reading glasses in one hand stretched out in front of him. Just starring at the top of the stairs. I ask him what he is doing and he replies, "neutralizing, there hasn't been a shot fired in over 35 minutes". Then he points the glasses at me and says you're neutralized. I say dad this is your home, only you I and Tammy (our housekeeper) are here, there's nobody else here. The conversation goes back and forth with more insanity and he walks away. I proceed into the kitchen and make him a sandwich with some crackers and a coke lay it on the table and go looking for him. He's now hiding around the corner with his glasses in his hand and "zaps" me as I approach. I calmly tell him his lunch is ready and lead him over to the table. The whole time hes asking me if this is a joke and asking me if I was going to kill him. He asks if he has time to sit down and eat and asks if anyone is going molest him if he does.

I can't wait for his next doctors visit at the end of the month.

Happy Birthday Mom!! She would have been 82 today. God rest her soul.

Yesterday was too much. Psychotic or close to it he was having a very very bad day. It is impossible to describe except to say that he was in a world or life other than this one. referring to people that didn't exist. picking up imaginary items and lying them down. It was disturbing to watch and stressful to be around. I didn't know what was coming next. I can't say each passing day is worse than the next but I can definitely say each passing month there is progress deterioration.

I have been working or coordinating jobs at his old residence in order to provide some rental income that can assist him pay for the help he (and me) is going to need (sooner than later). The place is so close to being done I can almost taste it. Originally I thought, eh a little paint, a new back door, clean the carpets and were good to go. Not quite Jeffrey! I have contacted a property management company because with work and Thomas I can manage another thing. I sincerely hope they are good; I am close to signing contracts. The proposal they gave me indicated they could get a good flow of income through the home I just home it doesn't' turn into a nightmare.

Let's hope for a better day today please; I don't need the additional stress.

Another weekend in the asylum

What am I supposed to feed the animals? Dad
We don't have any animals! Me
But what do I feed them, when they get here? Dad
We don't have any animals and we are getting any Animals. Me
Well we have to feed them something. Dad
We don't have any animals, there aren't any animals and we are getting any. Me
How often do they have bowel movement. Dad
Wow.

Let's try that again

I was wrong. It got totally out of control today. Instead of engaging him I walked away form the craziness. As a result he started tossing around lamps and furniture and ended up in a physical confrontation with me. We smacked head and he kicked me in the shin.

As usual though cooler minds eventually prevailed and we got back to some semblance of normalcy. This is a learning thing; I find it best to just say things to ease his mind. It doesn't matter what I say or promise because he'll forget about it within a very short period. So in the future if he wants out I will tell him to try and relax and I will take him out after dinner or tomorrow and in an hour or whatever as long as his mind is eased.

What will tomorrow bring.

Kidnapped ... again

We're back to being kidnapped. "I've done my duty and I want out, I want to go back to California and see my family, my mother and father".

I just walked away, there's no sense trying to reason with him. Just don't antagonize (if you knew me you know how hard that it). I went upstairs to work. I will just let him be in his own little crazy world for now. He'll get hungry before too long; he's always hungry.

Another beautiful day in Hell

Another day in hell. I heard banging around downstairs at 3:00am, the old man it up turning on and off lights and shining his flashlight around. I say screw it and go back to bed, its too early for the craziness.

As usual the morning starts OK a cup 'o joe and a bagel for breakfast. Today is a planned visit from his brother Lyle. Since Dad has taken a shower in so long I tell him, now is the time to shower. He stops and sighs and as he always does when the subject of a shower comes up says, "I want out". Not like I want out of the house but more like I don't want to live with you anymore. I don't quite now what it is with showers that is so disagreeable to him but they sure turn him upside down. I tell him his brother is coming to visit and he needs to take a shower. After some thought he agrees and takes a shower! Yea! No old man smell for at least a little while.

I continue to work and get ready for my day as I wont be there for the big visit. Day seems a nervous (as usual) and tries to think of a problem. Dad always thinks there is a problem. Two people have a conversation ... Dad (whats the problem) ... I clean the kitchen ... Dad (whats the problem. I breathe in and out ... dad (whats the problem). Nothing the fucking problem except your head god damn it! Opps was that my inside voice?

Dads walking around the house opening doors and saying Lyle are up there? Of course Lyle's not there he's not due far another few hours. But why should that matter when it comes to sanity. I head off to work and dad freaks ... you can stay here? Can't you skip out and stay? No dad you remember what work is like. This coming from a man you bragged for decades about what a work-a-holic he was I've worked for 10 15 20 years and never took a day off blah blah blah. I'm outta here!

The day ends early as I have office work to do and I get back around 1:15. I thought I might catch my aunt and uncle coming back from lunch with dad but no such luck. Dad is standing out front waving at passing car (for god knows what reason). He says some to the affect of the people were just here and I play stupid and just as a test ask, "who was here day?"; oh some people whose kids I used to go to school with back in Colorado Springs. There was a lady here I think her name was Shirley Judy. Side note, I think Shirley June is some woman dad use to bang back in the school days. I decide to drop the bomb, "Dad wasn't Lyle and Helen that were here?"; well I think Lyle was in and out but ... I don't know who it was.

The rest of the day went on much like that. Questions about his glasses, money clip, where his mother was, if I was his dad, and on and on.

Cant wait for tomorrow.

Saturday Sunday and Monday were crazy days.

Saturday Pops was the Chief of the "Western Region tribe" what ever that is. He was surrounded by his "Warriors" and as usual sat in a desk chair talking to him about their enemies and that when General Grant and the President of the United States rode by they are not to raise their rifles, not a shot to be fired, "wouldn't that be wonderful".

Sunday he awoke in the same chair wanting to go back to California (we are in CA) and get back to his family, wife and kids. He cursed me for kidnapping him and couldn't believe I was holding him as a prisoner.

Monday I excepted a transfer to a new general contracting company (note to self, dad is 81 and has been retired for 20 years). He didn't know how me got into this mess.

I can't wait to see what today holds for us.

Dads reminiscing and I am listening in. He's talking about some woman he was in love with in Colorado name Garlyn Barnett. He was pretty much pouring his heart out over his lost love. Its hard to know whats real what not but I think at least some of what he was talking about happened. He told me he was going to ask for a week off one day; didn't say way but I got the feeling it was so he could go back to Colorado and look for her. He backed off and said Donna wouldn't approve.

Pops is seeing Sharks in the pool! "we're going to have shark steaks tonight!" He turns about and head to the bathroom to talk to his old friend and exclaims ... I wonder what ol' hairy balls is doing?!?