The good news is that by my doctor's appointment next Wednesday I am at the weight that he wanted me to be at for that appointment. I've lost ten pounds. I still have about twenty to go to reach the Doctor's goal weight of one hundred eighty five pounds. That is where the doctor wants me to be my next April. But we don't always get what we want.
The bad news is that I am about to send my sister packing. I've about had it with her "everything has to be done my way and if you don't do it my way everyone will pay hell" attitude. I honestly don't think she knows how cruel some of the things she does and some of the notes she leaves are to Mom, the caregiver, and myself. She isn't a selfish person. If it were for her there would be no homeless animals or people. I also sincerely appreciate her help with Mom and the willingness of her and her husband to move up here and help with Mom. It was to hard doing the care alone. I just think she is clueless about how her behavior comes across to other people. More than once I have and Mom has had to smooth things over with the caregiver after one of her notes so she wouldn't quit. I am so ticked at the note I got yesterday that I was seriously considering shoving it up her nether regions. I think when I am at Mom's I deserve the same respect from her that I give her when she is at Mom's. She will at times upset Mom's because she will do over everything Mom does. Any where from where Mom puts her walker (Mom puts it where she can reach it. Sis moves to where she can't reach it because it is neater) to what kind of sandwich bags Mom uses.
The neat thing brings us to Mom's paintings. I really think Mom should start painting again. I think that for two reasons. I love Mom's paintings. Mom really wants to start painting again to give her something to do. She gets bored sitting around the house alone. Sister doesn't want Mom to paint because she thinks it well smell up and mess up Mom's house. We could put the painting equipment in Mom's bedroom and open up a window or two to buffer the smell. And its Mom's house so if she wants to mess it up so be it.
I took pictures of Mom's paintings and have posted them here. What do you think of her paintings? Most of them were painted when she was in her eighties. Do you think I should encourage mom to start painting again and risk a blowup? What probably will happen is I will put up the things mom needs to paint, they will be taken down, I will put them up again, they will be taken down and so on. Truthfully, I am not sure I am up to that type of confrontation. I'm also afraid I will lose my sister's support with Mom. That worry has kept the old tongue with holes in it from biting it. What do you think? Your opinion matters.
AN ART SHOWING OF MOM'S PAINTINGS:
This is the picture that I have in my house. When I was in business and had my own office I displayed it there. I had some really expensive paintings in my office. I never got any comments about the expensive painting but I got numerous ones about this one. Who painted that? Where did you buy that and so on.
This is a painting that my Mom and my Uncle Frank painted together. Since they were both in their eighties I call it Brother & Sister Moses.
A farm in the Mid-West
We owned a Cabin near Klamath Falls, Oregon. It was off of Hwy. 140 near Rocky Point Junction. This is near there.
This on the Willamette Pass. It is on a road between Klamath Falls and Eugene, Oregon. This Salt Creek Falls.
This isn't really a painting but a creation that involves a canvas, paint, and unusual materials.
From her mind:
From her mind part 2:
From her mind part 3:
Dad on a fishing trip.