We came to Connecticut on Thursday to get in my birthday visit with Stephanie. I love every visit with her. We played Settlers, shopped, ate, drank. All the usual stuff. Just the time spent is a treasure. The last night there, Jim cooked for us and we had a fire out in the fire pit.
From there, Tom flew on home and I came to Washington DC to help Deb and Rog. Today Roger and I made soap from a recipe that Nona had given Debbi. After melting the bar of washing soap and adding a couple other things, the mixture sits in a bucket overnight, during which time it's supposed to thicken. So far its been in the bucket for about two hours. I stirred it a few minutes ago and it doesn't seem any different. I think I need to stop peeking.
Roger and I are home together while Debbi is at work. We've talked about his suicide attempt. He apologized to me for the trouble and disruption that he caused. So how can I stay mad at that? He seems contrite and sincere. He's also frail - so kicking him in the head would be cruel. I can tell that Debbi is still struggling with him. She talks to him with angry words and tone. Last night I felt like a referee. We'll see how she does after a day at work. We'll be picking her up soon to go to the National Rehabilitation Hospital for a consult with the neurologist. Roger is hoping that they will be able to access whether or not he can drive again.
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