|These kittens give Sadie such grief!|
Turning 56 this month, I have learned that my golden years are ones to be trod carefully.
Hubby put his back out trying to move my Dad from wheelchair to bed in 2006. He begged hubby, who had no training, to get him into his bed. Someone with dementia doesn't understand about time and procedures. PSWs are busy. They don't have the time residents would wish to come when the button is pushed for help.
|Kitty cleans off |
the fridge for me!
I used to jog. Lately I cannot. I wonder if jogging in my teens/ adult years contributed to my knee/leg issues? Who knows. I earned myself tendonitis biking. I thought it a lovely way to exercise and pushed myself too hard.
I go down to the basement to work out now faithfully, as does hubby.
The kittens feel it their duty to give moral support. Bless their little souls.
Daisy and Dorah have been incredibly supportive.
Anyone who reads my blog might be tired of the kittens, for that I apologize!
But the room divider has been something the kittens approve of! Silly curtain climbers!