The trash diving stuff, brings back some funny memories...
When I had my stroke, my brain was very scrambled, for a very long time. My Hubby had just passed, so it was just me, the dog, and the cats. I should have hired a caretaker, but I am stubborn, and was accustomed to being superwoman.
I would put things that belonged in the refrigerator, into cabinets. I would put things that belonged in cabinets, into the refrigerator. I would put trash into the cabinets/refrigerator, and put good stuff in the trash. I would later realize my errors, and try to retrace my steps to fix. Hence, many many many trash dives... I just had to laugh!
I would give the dog, cat food. I would give the cats, dog food. So many times, with so many things, my animals would look at me, and say "Hugh?".
Life is funny!
When I had my stroke, my brain was very scrambled, for a very long time. My Hubby had just passed, so it was just me, the dog, and the cats. I should have hired a caretaker, but I am stubborn, and was accustomed to being superwoman.
I would put things that belonged in the refrigerator, into cabinets. I would put things that belonged in cabinets, into the refrigerator. I would put trash into the cabinets/refrigerator, and put good stuff in the trash. I would later realize my errors, and try to retrace my steps to fix. Hence, many many many trash dives... I just had to laugh!
I would give the dog, cat food. I would give the cats, dog food. So many times, with so many things, my animals would look at me, and say "Hugh?".
Life is funny!
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