Today’s farmchores were all chicken-related. Luz fed them and let them out before heading off to their action against white supremacy & fascism in Berkeley.

I cleaned the coop, cleaned out both waterers, gave the chickens fresh water, and brought in all the eggs.

Although I did most of this in the hotter part of the day, it wasn’t the absolute hottest part (in another hour), and of course I feel better for having accomplished the chicken chores.

I woke up from a dream last night of an Esquibel familia event and a Tía saying “Your grandpa’s too old to molest you now: you have to be nice to him.”

Ain’t that a kick in the pants.

I told this to Luz. I am so blessed to have a partner to whom I can tell whatever locura I am haunted by.

My mom has been saying how my dad has been deteriorating—more confused, more manic—but really there’s nothing she can do right now. In addition, the only doctor to take an actual interest in him, Dr. Rauth, the blood doctor, just lost his license (!!) and is being sued and so is no longer being covered by the insurance. My mom has been trying to get my dad a referral to another specialist, but it will take at least 2 weeks before they’ll even schedule an appointment. On the plus side, that means my mom is spending less time running my dad around to appointments and labwork. On the negative side, nobody is seeing my dad on a regular basis.

 

But he is going for a daily walk, and he is going to the senior center and he seems to have at least one friend, so those are all good things. Of course he’s also doing things like losing his keys and “playing in the garage” all day. But at least my mom is getting a tiny bit more downtime, since he’s not there all the time. And, for my dad, it gives him something to talk about, as he can now tell my mom about his walk, about his time with Christine, or at the senior center, or going around with his friend.

I’ve decided I need to buy a couple more brown yarns—light weight, for when I’m working with a lighter weight yarn for the clothing. That way I don’t have to move back and forth between a sportweight yarn and a heavy worsted weight, and try to figure out which hooks to use to get them to come out. It’s a plan.

I still haven’t washed or brushed my teeth, or taken my meds yet, but at least I’ve made some progress since Luz left.

 

 

Oh my goodness! On ravelry, I have just discovered someone who makes amigurumi saint dolls! I foresee a new stage in my dollmaking apprenticeship ahead!! (she’s a Catholic mother, so she’s going more for cute and cuddly than weird and specific, but I know I can make it work!