Thanks gentlemen. Hasn't started off well, having to pick my Dad up off the bedroom floor. Luckily he's like a stuntman and he never is hurt in all his falls, but his luck can't hold out forever. I hate coming in first thing in the morning and finding him on the floor.I can keep him from falling all day long, but not at night when I'm spending the only time I spend at my place, asleep. My Mom doesn't seem able to call me or consider it something to do. I sure don't want to spend every night here at their house on top of every day, all day.
I've been really stressed out and beside myself quietly inside, but luckily I'm getting a brief respite; my sister and one of my nephews are coming up from Virginia to stay with them ten days or so and Tuesday morning I'm getting on my Fat Bob and heading to Texas to see my gal and my friends and just not be in these four walls for a change. That I am really looking forward to!