It's just stuff.....

What a beautiful fall day today.   I am sitting in my dining room, typing this, and looking at the beautiful fall colors in my back yard.   I would sit in my living room and type, but as it stands, the blinds on our living room picture window, are no longer in service.   Now they've been out of service numerous times, but Gray has always been able to fix them, when the cord was pulled clean out of the mechanism.  This time, I doubt it.   Not only has the cord been pulled CLEAN out of the mechanism, but the cord has disappeared altogether.   So that makes for a difficult fixing task.

When I inquired as to HOW this happened, and WHERE the cord might be, Marjorie immediately whispered that Meg had broken the blind and hidden the cord, with the hope that I would not find out.
Ahhhh.   Meghan.   That is my niece.  She is visiting from Charlottetown, PEI, to spend time with her G'ma.  Nice girl.  Took the blame in stride.   If we find the cord, the blind will be ONCE again, operational. Sad, cause it's such a beautiful view.

Marjorie is unloading the dishwasher.  It makes her feel like she is helping.  Small tasks.  These are important for a person suffering from dementia.   Make them feel like they are needed.  It is probably one of the most important services that a caregiver can provide for the patient.   Granted, I just watched my dinner plates get put in the pot cupboard, but that is easily rectified, now isn't it?
As my title states, it's just stuff.   A very wise, very useful mantra that my sister taught me.
It can all be replaced, it can all be fixed.  Or you can realize that you never actually needed the stuff in the first place.
Off to spend some more time with my niece.   She is a whopping 21 yrs old and is a pilot, already.  Flies planes.   I find that highly impressive, considering what I was doing at that age.   One person I feel that would have been so proud of her is my Dad (her G'pa).  He loved to fly, and secretly, I think that he was the most proud of my brother...  and the fact that he did become a pilot.   I wish he had been alive to see this. But hopefully he's watching over her as she flies her plane, that apparently has a makeshift rudder formed from tinfoil, and a strut that has been duct-taped BACK onto the wing!!!!  (the plane is old...circa 1968)... take note Dad..  :)
I hope you all have a fabulous weekend.