Slow week for Joe

If you remember the Nat King Cole song "Those Lazy, Hazy, Crazy Days of Summer" then you are the right age to appreciate being a "Tweener" like myself. As a point of review a "tweener" is an adult who is the primary caregiver for an older adult while still having children at home. That's me. Two jobs, one child left at home and taking care of my dad. Anyway, that's not the point. The point today is that we are in those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer. The emphasis is on lazy this week. Other than my birthday notching me up another year, not much has really been happening. I am a new grand-uncle. That happened on my birthday. That makes my dad a new great grandfather for the 5th time. He really didn't have too much to do for that. He enjoyed the company that came for my birthday. He likes company. My brother sat and visited with just him until Dad got too tired to stay up any longer and went to bed. Personal attention is always a big hit. Aside from that it was same ol', same ol'. Routine is good for people with Alzheimer's, so this was a good week for him. We did take him to the store one day and his card playing companion came as always on Tuesday. Nothing else. He has rebounded a little from falling off the edge as reported last week, but his rebound is not nearly as high as the distance from which he fell. That's OK. That is the way it will be and he is still happy.