Hello again
I have been told that a place will come up soon. By someone who believes in GOD,as I do. But my response is when. It has been over two years and still nothing. Not even a shared accommodation in White Rock. Come on now. I have a continuous add on Craigslist and all I get is responses form people who live way out of the way. Or in Vancouver. Not White Rock/South Surrey.
Money is evil. It is what that is stopping me from moving to White Rock. To be closer to mom. Tonight I needed to leave a little early. Not wanting too. As mom was not asleep yet. All I want to do is be close by, so I can stay until mom falls asleep. Whatever the time maybe. Not having to leave at a certain time, so I can get back to Coquitlam before Midnight. I just want to be close enough so I could walk their and back. This way I can stay until mom falls asleep.
I needed to do laundry tonight. The towels that I use for her nightly spa treatment. Plus other clothing of mom's and, of course some of my own laundry. And I needed to get to a grocery store, for mom's dinner tomorrow.
The place where I live is a pig sty. The roommates just don't clean or even take their garbage out. I clean up after myself. But that is it. I stop cleaning, as I am not a maid. If I was paid, sure I would clean. I have already told the landlord this. But I am not their maid.
What is it that I am to do then.
This cold is causing more and more pain. My knee's are killing me. My back went out again. As it does every other month.
That was my bitch for tonight. There is more but it is mom's time now.
Mom was very tired this evening. Did not eat what she usually eats. But she ate. The roommate is having a serious bout of hallucinations. Keeping mom up at night.
And again the management has done nothing about it. Even though I keep asking them to move the roommate. Or even mom.
I have been extremely patient with them. So now I need, no, am going to take the matter into my own hands and go above their heads.
I am a very kind man, but piss me off and look out. I will only take so much.
Mom has taught me to be patient and my dad taught me to take things into my own hands to get things done.
My mother taught me to sew, to cook and to give to others. I mend everything of mom's. I cook all her dinners. Mom taught me compassion and understanding.
So I bought mom new pillows, and they need to be broken in, but so far mom seems to like them. She looks comfortable while she lay's in bed, with her head resting on the new pillows.
I was able to give mom a complete spa treatment tonight.
Mom just knows when I arrive, she must sense me. Even if I walk softly, mom's hand goes out, for me to grab it. I know mom wanting to hold my hand the entire time I am their, makes her feel safe and wanted. And this I will do for her, without hesitation.
She is looking good, and doing well. For someone who is stuck in a wheelchair, not being able to speak or even feed herself. But over all, I think she is doing well. Maybe the smile on her face, tells me this.
When I am their, mom does not even acknowledge anyone else. Even it they are right beside her and speaking with her. Mom will just look at me.
OK, the laundry is almost done and I need to make something to eat. pasta tonight. I am not very hungry, just tired and wanting to relax and watch a movie.
I have to start bringing my laptop, so mom and I can watch the shows I have downloaded for her.
Well it is time, again, to say good night
GOD bless
Kris Schmuland
