Root Beer Floats

 Today, Sunday, started out to be a really hard day. Abbey began the tough conversation about bringing in a home health care aide for 4-5 hours a day when she goes back to teaching school August 1st. Alene vehemently denied she needs help, but, Abbey, through her tears, stuck to her guns. Alene begged for two weeks to prove she didn’t need help. I doubt she’ll remember the conversation tomorrow, but she was determined to prove her worth. She made several attempts to be productive this morning by going to the garage and trying to figure out where all the tools came from, etc. Abbey had to prove to her that the tools belonged to her dad, Alene’s husband Jerry. She wanted to cover a shelf in the garage with contact paper and ran out. She moved many things around so it made sense to her, but probably no one else. 

There were tears flowing all around. 

In my opinion, Abbey needs to stay with her plan and bring someone in. Alene should not be left alone for any length of time. Alene said “I knew she’d put me in a home.”  Abbey and I tried to convince her that this would be so much better and Abbey does NOT want to put her in a home, she wants her to stay in her own home. 

There will be another conversation in the next day or two. 

It was very hot today and we had delicious root beer floats for lunch and after a good dinner we had strawberry shortcake for dessert. Food wise, it was a fun day. Abbey and Alene also napped for about an hour while I read. 

We’re going to town tomorrow for a few things and to let DanaRiley run in the grass at the sports park!

I’ll leave for home Wednesday and they’ll head back to Denver. 

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