I was looking over this blog and didn't realize it had been so long since I last posted. When things are going good there is not much reason to.
Things have gotten strange again. As most of you know, our dogs live in the house. When they want to come inside, a couple of them bark at the door and a few will scratch the door. I have been hearing these dogs scratch the door to come in when there are no dogs outside. I told Marty about it and a few days later I watched him get up and go check the door. He said that he had heard one scratching. Of course, they were all inside. He heard exactly what I had been telling him about. It happens quite frequently now.
Yesterday my washing machine started up by itself. This has never happened before. It's a rather new washer. So you can imagine our surprise when this happened. I had been thinking of washing some clothes, but I hadn't gotten around to it. I was working on my computer. When I heard the washer start I assumed Cari had started some laundry. She was sitting in the living room not far from me, so I asked if she had started the washer. When she said no, I assumed Marty had. When he walked into the room I asked him. He said no. My reply was, "Then the washer has started itself." Marty went to check and confirmed that it had started by itself. He cut it off and returned to the dining room where I was. The three of us discussed all of the things that have been going on lately.
We blame all of this on me and stress. My father passed away two years ago. I was very close to my dad. I was the one to make the phone calls to report his death. I stepped directly into taking care of my mother with dementia. This has been the hardest thing I have ever done in my life! So, I haven't had time to even shed one tear for my father. I have my mother with me all but two hours a day and I desperately need those two hours. she is very repetitive in her talking and can stress you out in a matter of minutes. ( As I'm typing this Marty just got touched by something unseen.) Of course, I have so many emotions bottled up. My mother has asked me every day for two years where my father is. So I am explaining to her that he passed away at least ten times a day. Probably much more than that. I know I need to see a counselor, yet I can't get away from my mom to go see one. If I leave her, she goes into panic mode. My life is in limbo right now so I guess strange things are bound to happen. I will keep you guys up to date. If anyone is actually reading this. If you are, could you leave your name in the comments and let me know that I'm not alone here. ( Thank you!)
