Walker

Dad's first day at the daycare. Handidart was late. The program starts at 9:30. We were booked for between 8:30 to 9:00 pickup, but they actually came at 9:25. I left for work around 9:40 and was late too. Luckily only 15 minutes thanks to OK traffic.

Boss did a big clean up. The stuff were dumped onto the floor to sort, as a result I had to be on the floor, on my knees and bend forward for half of the day. Harsh on the back but I guess it beats having to wear the clip-on magnifier all day.

Came home, and mom told me that dad didn't bring home his walker. It was either left at the daycare or Handidart. That was the walker borrowed from Red Cross. Why oh why did mom decide to let dad take that walker??? He's never used it since his hospital discharge. It's been placed in front of the toilet to aid dad get up. He's just not used to using it, or to even have it around. Now I'll have to phone up the daycare and Handidart to fine out if they've got it. Sigh...

These pictures were taken between Feb 7 and Feb 11, and are unrelated to subject. Just a record of dad's "logic" (or lack there of).

Even though mom or I set it up our way (clipping the two gloves together), dad always go and separate them apart.
Dad always push the kettle right up to the edge of the sink. It gets in the way when we wash dishes.
Somehow dad developed this recently. He "organize" cutlery and put then directly onto the tray, making contact with puddles of water.
Caught dad keeping used toilet paper. He puts it in the box with denture paste. Yuck!!! (T_T)