Chez Rozarie

Well, it's been a while since the last post, so I am certainly behind!  Lots going on so here goes... Dad has decided he MUST go to Florida.  He needs to clean out the house of his and Mom's stuff, so he can sell it.  The status of his trip changed daily.  "I'm going to drive by myself, and I'm leaving Thursday."  "I'm going to fly and rent a storage unit in Florida for our important things."  "I'm taking your mother and there's nothing you can do about it.  We're leaving Thursday and driving down."  "I'm going to fly with your mother, and fly back." These statements were heard by so many people as well.  Dad picked up his mother's habit of calling everyone in the world he knows every day.  Over the course of the first 2 weeks in March, his plans daily changed.  Finally, he made his decision.  "I'm flying out on Easter, renting a car, and driving it back with our important stuff.  You can watch...

We've heard the same phrase now over the past few months.  Every time we ask about something, Dad says, "It wasn't me."  Now, it could be about the simplest thing, like "Does anyone know where the frying pan is?" or "Why is this door open?" or "THE STOVE IS ON. WHY?"  Dad just replies, "It wasn't me." Today was the funniest, I think.  There was a cap to a beverage container on the table.  I picked it up as I was stacking the newspapers, and said to Dad, "Why is this here?"  Dad immediately popped in with "It wasn't me."  I said, "I don't care that it wasn't you.  If you don't know why it's here, then just say I don't know." I threw the cap away. A few days ago, it was the scariest, though.  Dirk came home, called me downstairs, and showed me the burner on low on the stove.  I was horrified, and we quietly called Dad into the kitchen.  We were calm (not an easy thing, ...