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long time posting....
well, today finds me in Casselberry Fl at my fathers again. After many months of badgering and pestering me to come down to help,etc... and things not looking like it would happen; circumstances occured that allowed me to come down. Biggest drawback, as with any trip i make... is even though i have tried REAL HARD not to over spend and destroy my budget (which i have struggled so hard to get under control again), i have. :(
((So now my potential trip to Calgary for Stampeed... i dunno if it'll happen.))
Anyways, today, i'm exhausted. more so then usual, since i have spent 5 days over the past week or so wandering through the Universal Studios, and Universal Studio's Islands of Adventure (orlando) theme parks. My one day at attempting to attend the Wet'N'Wild water park, was a bust. they had closed it again for 'lack of attendance'. Don't think i'll make it again this trip either! :( This better be one hell of a water park, with how long i've waited to get to it.
Alterior reasons for comming down this january, was that i had gotten word that one of my uncles on my fathers side, had been diagnosed and treated for cancer. So it was "well lets go visit at least"... well, i get down here, hearing all sorts of conflicting information about his condition; ultimately... even though they prognosticate that he's not got much longer... I have a feeling he'll last well into next year at the rate he's actually progressing. unless his wife kills him. (which she may do just from frustration.)
My own fathers personal health and state of mind however... He's always been a stubborn s.o.b. (though grandmather was anything but that.) more willing to announce and believe that the sky was made from acid and was actually the color RED; then to admit he was wrong and its actually blue and breathable substances. Well, lately, this past few weeks here; have found him repeating the same information to me several times, repeating the same questions as if he's never asked them at all; reverting to some other bad habits and becoming so stingily cheap with $ that he won't buy a new mop head, instead insisting on using the existing one thats falling apart, germ infested and so ragedy that one wonders just whats going on is it a mop or is it abstract art?
I have come to the complete conclusion that he Must have some kind of social/learning disability as well as some sort or level of dementia /alzhiemers setting in. Its the only way to explain his behaviours.
And of course, he's just at that stage where he NEEDS Help, but to stubborn to ask for it, and certainly too cheap to pay for it if it came to that.
He says he wants to sell this house and buy one closer to the coast... he expects to sell this place for more then he paid for it.... other than a few small things, he hasn't done anything to make it look nice, or certainly worth the $$ he's expecting to get for it, if /when he sells. I've tried what i could to clean it up a bit, but ... yah... anyways...
neighbours boy across the street has grown into a nice looking stolky boy who plays football (well enough it sounds that he's prospective with some college scouts for a scholarship possibility). west neighbours moved out and now renting the property, but its remained empty this whole time i've been here, and the east neighbours this time around are nice quiet folks. the yards are still a mess. Father has shown that he has no ability to connect to "taste" other than the gaudy heavy handed spannish stuff from the 18th century. and the cats dead. "Got a parasite in her belly" apparently... well, i would have tried some worm medicine first (like $20 i think max?) and seen if that had worked, but honestly i don't think he even tried. afterall, its 'just an old cat'... ((makes me glad, despite how crappy my health is, that i'll still out live him. I'd hate to think just what efforts he'd go through to keep me, his own and (only?) son alive.))
He's lived here in this house now for just under(?)/over(?) 12 years. In that time, he's repaired the roof (but only the wholes, not the entire thing. he's added a florida room on the side (and then proceeded to enclose it entirely for some reason, so now its no longer an 'outside' room. put in new kitchen cupboards, sink and tiles on the floor (but did not install any of them correctly). he's replaced the tub, toilet and sink/counters in the bathroom: the tub surround was not sealed properly, the toilet isn't fastened down (and he won't let me fix it), and the sink doesn't match anything. He put tiles on the floor, again, didn't install correctly.) He's laid carpet over the floors in the back half of the house, .. again, incorrectly. He's laid hardwood flooring in the livingroom.. again, didn't finish it correctly. so the tiles aren't fastened to the floor, the flooring is pulling apart or lined up correctly. the carpet is pillowing where its stretching. When's he painted anything, its 1 coat of paint only, and thats only if he can get it thin as he can (basicaly, you can see the color, crude and crap on the walls underneath it.) most of the outlets in the house are old enough they're "sprung" and won't hold a plug in the outlet.
And he's done nothing to fix the plumbing in the place. so the hot water still runs slow, the drains barely empty, and none of the shutoffs work.
If i inherit this house, i'm gutting it to the 2x4's and starting over.
enough bitching for now. gonna go nap.
well, today finds me in Casselberry Fl at my fathers again. After many months of badgering and pestering me to come down to help,etc... and things not looking like it would happen; circumstances occured that allowed me to come down. Biggest drawback, as with any trip i make... is even though i have tried REAL HARD not to over spend and destroy my budget (which i have struggled so hard to get under control again), i have. :(
((So now my potential trip to Calgary for Stampeed... i dunno if it'll happen.))
Anyways, today, i'm exhausted. more so then usual, since i have spent 5 days over the past week or so wandering through the Universal Studios, and Universal Studio's Islands of Adventure (orlando) theme parks. My one day at attempting to attend the Wet'N'Wild water park, was a bust. they had closed it again for 'lack of attendance'. Don't think i'll make it again this trip either! :( This better be one hell of a water park, with how long i've waited to get to it.
Alterior reasons for comming down this january, was that i had gotten word that one of my uncles on my fathers side, had been diagnosed and treated for cancer. So it was "well lets go visit at least"... well, i get down here, hearing all sorts of conflicting information about his condition; ultimately... even though they prognosticate that he's not got much longer... I have a feeling he'll last well into next year at the rate he's actually progressing. unless his wife kills him. (which she may do just from frustration.)
My own fathers personal health and state of mind however... He's always been a stubborn s.o.b. (though grandmather was anything but that.) more willing to announce and believe that the sky was made from acid and was actually the color RED; then to admit he was wrong and its actually blue and breathable substances. Well, lately, this past few weeks here; have found him repeating the same information to me several times, repeating the same questions as if he's never asked them at all; reverting to some other bad habits and becoming so stingily cheap with $ that he won't buy a new mop head, instead insisting on using the existing one thats falling apart, germ infested and so ragedy that one wonders just whats going on is it a mop or is it abstract art?
I have come to the complete conclusion that he Must have some kind of social/learning disability as well as some sort or level of dementia /alzhiemers setting in. Its the only way to explain his behaviours.
And of course, he's just at that stage where he NEEDS Help, but to stubborn to ask for it, and certainly too cheap to pay for it if it came to that.
He says he wants to sell this house and buy one closer to the coast... he expects to sell this place for more then he paid for it.... other than a few small things, he hasn't done anything to make it look nice, or certainly worth the $$ he's expecting to get for it, if /when he sells. I've tried what i could to clean it up a bit, but ... yah... anyways...
neighbours boy across the street has grown into a nice looking stolky boy who plays football (well enough it sounds that he's prospective with some college scouts for a scholarship possibility). west neighbours moved out and now renting the property, but its remained empty this whole time i've been here, and the east neighbours this time around are nice quiet folks. the yards are still a mess. Father has shown that he has no ability to connect to "taste" other than the gaudy heavy handed spannish stuff from the 18th century. and the cats dead. "Got a parasite in her belly" apparently... well, i would have tried some worm medicine first (like $20 i think max?) and seen if that had worked, but honestly i don't think he even tried. afterall, its 'just an old cat'... ((makes me glad, despite how crappy my health is, that i'll still out live him. I'd hate to think just what efforts he'd go through to keep me, his own and (only?) son alive.))
He's lived here in this house now for just under(?)/over(?) 12 years. In that time, he's repaired the roof (but only the wholes, not the entire thing. he's added a florida room on the side (and then proceeded to enclose it entirely for some reason, so now its no longer an 'outside' room. put in new kitchen cupboards, sink and tiles on the floor (but did not install any of them correctly). he's replaced the tub, toilet and sink/counters in the bathroom: the tub surround was not sealed properly, the toilet isn't fastened down (and he won't let me fix it), and the sink doesn't match anything. He put tiles on the floor, again, didn't install correctly.) He's laid carpet over the floors in the back half of the house, .. again, incorrectly. He's laid hardwood flooring in the livingroom.. again, didn't finish it correctly. so the tiles aren't fastened to the floor, the flooring is pulling apart or lined up correctly. the carpet is pillowing where its stretching. When's he painted anything, its 1 coat of paint only, and thats only if he can get it thin as he can (basicaly, you can see the color, crude and crap on the walls underneath it.) most of the outlets in the house are old enough they're "sprung" and won't hold a plug in the outlet.
And he's done nothing to fix the plumbing in the place. so the hot water still runs slow, the drains barely empty, and none of the shutoffs work.
If i inherit this house, i'm gutting it to the 2x4's and starting over.
enough bitching for now. gonna go nap.