House-sit at A's to wait for a parcel delivery. Not confident about getting up early enough to go there in the morning, so I slept there the night before. Unfortunately his bed was too soft for my back and I probably got less than 2 hours of sleep. The package arrived at around 10:30. Poor courier guy got the "exact change" he asked for, in all coins. (I had to dig into A's change boxes for the fee.) Couldn't resist sorting those boxes of coins. Got salad at T&T, tomorrow's lunch at Maxim's, dropped by two dollar stores, got a mouse at Anitec for A, went back to eat, made a bunch of phone calls about dad's daycare, wrote email to a Japanese blog friend, nap...Got home at around 10. Mom was very angry at dad. She's been working for days on making him a cap sewing by hand. Just when it's almost done, dad took it all apart.
Dad seems to have lost his sense of personal hygiene. That's another reason mom is mad. She has to supervise his bathing, and actually help him shower. If dad is so eager to "do something", why doesn't he work more on cleaning himself, other than "organizing" things around the house, and screws up proper storage?
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