Perhaps mom finally starts to let go. She found a puddle of pee on the bathroom floor this morning. The volume was not leakage, but a whole bladder. The cleanup took an hour. Her breakfast (oatmeal) was all cold when she was done. That was what she told me when I got up in the afternoon, and she asked me to contact the social worker. She was also talking about a church friend's wife who's been going to an old folk's daycare. Looks like mom has had enough. Yeah, it's overdue.The sewing machine is used almost everyday now. Dad keeps dismantling his own pants, especially when he sits on the toilet. No wonder why he sits there for half an hour each time just to pee. Mom keeps having to mend his pants. She's fed up. Just now he took the tag off which mom had sewn there to mark the back of the pants. This drives mom nuts. I don't know if dad likes to dismantle things, or he just tries to do whatever he can or knows how to. Then it's sad that he only know how to destroy things. If you ask him if he's done something, the answer is always "no", "don't know", or "don't remember". Or, no answer at all. (Maybe silence = admit?) But of course, when such a question arise, it's always something bad that he's done.
