A job for the end of the day

I spent the afternoon looking through images for a PDI competition.  finding it very difficult. I don't feel as if I've taken many good shots at all over the last few months.  And if I had, I'm not sure I could find them!  Anyway, I took Dad home last afternoon.  He had amazed me by indicating that he wanted to be buried when he dies...  Now,  That has never been even remotely on the cards as he and Mom always said they wanted to be buried.  I've learnt enough now to know that when Dd comes out with strange ideas, I have to delve in and try to work out what he thinks he wants, why he thinks he wants it, and does he really want it.  I think this is something to do with the fact that he thinks he should do something with Mom's ashes but doesn't know what and the man who died a couple of weeks ago whom he knew from church has been buried in the local cemetery so Dad thinks he could go and ask the family how much a burial would cost and then when he is buried Mom's ashes could go in the grave too.  I should have known something was going on when he asked me about the burial and the funeral on the way to church this morning.  I still don't think he's told me al his thoughts on the matter - there's more going on here than I know about yet!

I had already had to unravel a story about the church hearing loop system which changed each time I was told the history of the system.  He's going to go and ask someone about that too...

And I had also got involved in a conversation with him about what he'd been doing this morning before I collected him at 10 am.  He said he had overslept, got up at 9.45 am, washed, dressed, had breakfast, watched the news on TV then listened to the TV from downstairs while he was upstairs finishing getting ready.  You can imagine how loud the TV was.  I asked him about his headphones and he said that he wasn't sure how they worked so couldn't stop them being loud the he tries to turn them off...

You know, I sometimes looks at him when he is telling me these stories to see if he is just taking the micky, or if he genuinely doesn't know what he is doing, and all the while I am telling myself to just leave it, move on and let him do things the way he wants to do them.  The problem is, that what he wants to do so often impacts on other people and they all come to me to tell me what has been going on...

I am trying to find the happy medium...

OK.

Then I cleaned the car.

AND

We are very pleased with Eric.  He has worked hard this weekend.

Now I will go back to looking for prize winning images.  LOL!