The sprinklers at my house aren’t working correctly. I asked Bob to take a look at them – he either didn’t want to mess with it or really cannot handle the sprinkler system anymore…either way, he asked my dad to come and take a look at our sprinklers and turn them on.
So. Dad was at my house at about 5:30 this morning. I know this because I heard my garage door opening this morning, heard the water running, saw his car in my driveway. Although this is helpful, it would be nice to know when he’s coming so I can EXPECT him and not be awakened by someone in my home at 5:30 am. I don’t know, maybe he could use that phone I bought him to text or call??
Regardless, my morning conversation with him went something like this:
“I was at your house this morning looking at your sprinklers.” Dad
“I know – I heard you, by the time I was showered and dressed you were gone.” Me
“Yeah, there’s something wrong with those sprinklers. Bob asked me to fix them, said he couldn’t. Bob had ‘em all messed up. How many zones do you have? I see 6 but I can’t figure out where they are. Where is zone 5?” Dad
“I don’t know dad. I’ll just work on it this weekend.” I can tell this is going to be a long conversation.
“Well Bob’s got that thing a mess! I can’t tell which zone is which. He has some on for 20 minutes and some off completely. Does he want a good soaking on some of the yard and other parts to dry up?” He knows the answer to this, and continues. “If you could tell me where zone 5 is…I may be able to fix this. But Bob’s got this a mess. He’s got zone one going for 10 minutes, zone 2 going for 10 minutes, zone 3 OFF completely, zone 5 going for 20 minutes……(it’s okay to zone out here, I did)….and I just can’t figure this out, Bob’s got this a mess.”
To sum this up, Bob couldn’t set our sprinklers correctly, and evidently neither can dad. Dad will continue to bug me about it until “someone” (me) fixes it. I’ll do it myself this weekend.
Would have been easier if Bob would have just told me NO in the first place. On the bright side, dad did find a few sprinkler heads that were busted and he replaced them. But he can’t tell if they are working correctly – because Bob has that sprinkler system so messed up he doesn’t know which zone is which.
Dad’s new iPhone is having issues. When we call him, the first call or two go directly to his voicemail. If we keep calling it eventually connects.
Saturday we were all together playing Pinochle at my house. Stan was there, and he’s the iPhone aficionado, so I recruited him to fix the problem. I figured a rocket scientist could handle it.
He gave it the obligatory 5 minutes of trying and then said, “You’ll probably have to go to the apple store dad.”
iPhone ONE — Rocket Scientist ZERO
Then next day dad called me complaining, “Stanley lost the case to my phone! The other day at your house when he was trying to fix my phone, he took it off and never put it back on.”
I was confused, not the only one evidently. I questioned him for a bit, until he became angry with me. “Yeah, he left it at your house and I bet you threw it away! I don’t know what else could have happened to it.” After a few more accusations regarding our plan to rid him of a $20 phone case…I asked him to pull the phone away from his ear and look at it closely, maybe the case was indeed still there. “Ha ha ha ha, well I’ll be a son-of-a-gun! Yeah!! It’s here. It’s still on the phone.”
After solving that problem, he asked me to solve the connection issue. So I googled it. Another Problem Fixed! For now. J
My cleaning service is undergoing some staffing issues. (I’m familiar with the problem!) However, they have been skipping my cleanings and when my cleanings are scheduled the work has been so bad that it has required me to clean up after my cleaning ladies on more occasions than not. I’ve spoken with the company, and they are just really suffering from a labor shortage.
I decided to call the company that Paula set up for my dad. He has had nothing but compliments for them. So they start next week.
My first mistake was calling my dad, “Well, you’re going to get a referral bonus because I’ve just hired your cleaning company!”
He laughs, “So you finally go rid of yours huh? Well that’s great! The do a heck of a job at my house. They really do. There is a girl named Amy who comes every week, she’s the leader and she does a heck of a job on my floors.” (This is a HUGE compliment – when he was cleaning his own house he threatened to paint the hard wood floor because he couldn’t keep them clean. I guess the dust resistant paint)
So this morning I get this call from dad, “I guess you hiring my cleaning company has really messed me up! They didn’t come this morning! They come every week at 8:30 on the nose, and they weren’t here. So I left! So, what?! Did you steal them? Are they doing you instead of me now?!” He was actually angry with me.
“Dad, me hiring them has nothing to do with your house being cleaned. When did you leave? You didn’t wait for them?” Why does he do this?
“Well I waited until 8:40 (how generous of him) and when they weren’t here I took off. I can’t sit around here all day, I’ve got things to do!” This from the man who routinely takes a ride to our office to visit, just because he has nothing to do. I ended the conversation quickly, couldn’t deal with it today.
A few hours later Paula gets a call from dad’s cleaning company (and now mine…evidently SOLEY MINE), “Hello Ms. Gregory, is everything okay with our services for your father? One of my cleaners said she was sitting in front of his house this morning at 8:20 (BEFORE 8:30) waiting on her partner to arrive and your father pulled out of the driveway, rolled down his window and told her “You’ve just lost a good customer” and then drove away.”
Paula persuaded them to come again, persuaded dad to calm down and handled the situation.
I received a phone call before bed from dad, “Well, those cleaners came to my house late today……” Then proceeded to tell me the same story as before, this time in a more calm voice and actually adding in the fact that one of them was there and she was just waiting on the other girl, who was evidently sick. Whew! It wasn’t my fault after all!
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One of the stressors in dad’s life is his cell phone. (Therefore, one of the stressors in my life is HIS CELL PHONE) We have purchased him at least 5 in the past 4 years – each one having enough faults to drive him to a weekly rant over the difficulties of its operation.
I finally broke down and bought him an iPhone. He seems to manage his iPad pretty well, so in the sentiment of being consistent I figured this was the best bet.
He’s had it for about 3 days now, I figure the learning curve should be over so I’m ready for this to end.
He’s on his way to my office as I type this – we’re going to try to set up Facebook on the phone. Because without Facebook – how is he supposed to get the “news”.
We’ve tried numerous times to set up his account, but he cannot remember any passwords. He has cussed and screamed, “I’m a 74 year old man that has trouble remembering how to get from here to there – how am I supposed to remember all of these passwords and emails!”
I agree. Which is exactly why we have set up the SAME EXACT password for everything. He even knows that password and recites it to me often.
So why – why – why when I try to go in and set up his Facebook account is the SAME EXACT password not working???
He swears he’s not changing it – but he also likes to go in and play with the account settings.
“I lost all my contacts! I was trying to change the ringtone and lost them all. But when someone calls me, I see the name of who’s calling, so I think they’re in there somewhere!” We found his contacts, he had changed a setting to hide them all. He swears he didn’t. “I don’t change anything! I swear!”
“Okay dad, have you changed your password?” I’m trying not to sound like I’m talking to a child.
“No! I don’t change anything! Ever! This damn phone is messed up. Stan tells me it’s the platform it’s on. (???) It’s the router.”
“I’m trying your password, the one that we have written down, that we all know, and it’s not working.” Trying to be perfectly clear.
“Well…I didn’t change anything.” He lets me continue to enter the SAME EXACT password over and over again.
Me – “Dad, it’s not working.”
“Try Dolly.” Dad offers a password that is so far out of left-field, none of us have ever heard this one.
Me – “Why would I try that?! Did you change your password to Dolly?”
“I may have….” He’s acting confused now, and believe me it’s an act. He knows he’s been caught.
It wasn’t Dolly either.
We changed it back to the SAME EXACT password that we all know. We’ll see how long it lasts.
“You know what Aimie told me? She told me that I’m gonna be on oxygen the rest of my life! I don’t know where she’s getting this, I never heard that from the doctor. I don’t know why she’s saying this.” He’s actually upset.
I explained that the doctor has been telling him that he should be wearing oxygen ALL THE TIME for a few years now. I reminded him that he and mom used to argue over him wearing his oxygen.
He doesn’t believe it. He’s going to wear it just until he feels better, and then he’s going to get rid of this GD, SOB, death contraption. “These tubes and this machine are gonna kill me! I get stuck on everything, it’s a pain in the ass to drag this thing around!”
Yesterday I showed him some new carrying cases. He decided he didn’t want a new one. We rigged his current carrying case to go around his waist – one of the options his current case offers. He likes it. For now. But still says he’ll be getting rid of this oxygen soon, as soon as he’s better.
Dad can’t hear his phone when it’s on silent. Just thought I’d start with that nugget. Had to reach him in a somewhat emergent situation this weekend, and he was out of touch for a while. When I finally did reach him, he was very angry because…”There’s something wrong with this phone, when I turn it on silent I can’t hear it!”
Speaking of him not hearing…he’s still convinced that we are not telling him everything he NEEDS TO KNOW.
Dad likes to play Colombo with me. He tells me he doesn’t know anything about the schedule for the day, then gets mad at me because I tell him something that he didn’t already know. It’s a game we’ve probably played our whole lives come to think of it, but in his older years – less oxygenated years, more confused years…it’s incredibly annoying. He acts like he’s trying to get information out of me by playing dumb. Then the information that he’s gathered becomes ammunition against me in the "no one told me that, why are you not telling me?!" game.
For example, this weekend Teresa was in the hospital for an emergent Appendectomy. Very stressful, scary event that lead to her being in the ICU with septic shock as a matter of fact. So I’ll give him some grace on the confusion. Some. Because it’s not like this only occurs during stressful situations.
Stan was trying to arrange for someone to come to the hospital. Stan told me that both dad and Teresa’s dad had offered to come. I did not know who had chosen to come – but figured he had it covered.
Dad called me –by the way WHILE HE WAS SITTING IN CHURCH. I could hear the preaching in the background! I bet the people in the pews close to him were very happy to hear this conversation. So he calls me (during church) and tells me, “I don’t know what’s going on with Stan. I don’t know if he wants me to come up there or not. I don’t know what to do.” He is a bit agitated.
“Dad, don’t do anything until you hear from Stan. If he needs you he’ll call you. He will tell you what to do, just be on call. And, Dad – is that praying in the background?? Are you in service? Maybe you should step out and talk.” What the??
“Yeah I’m in church, if they don’t want to hear me they don’t have to listen! I just don’t know if I’m going down to the hospital or not – he needs a ride, I don’t know how he’s getting home.” He’s not even trying to keep his voice down.
“Dad, hang up and call me when you get out of church!” I won’t be a part of this conversation.
I did speak to Stan again, and he informed me that he HAD TOLD DAD TO COME TO THE HOSPITAL right before dad called me to say “I don’t know if he wants me to come or not.” So I texted dad and said, “call me as soon as you’re out of church” so I could tell him – you know WHAT STAN HAD ALREADY TOLD HIM.
Then, neither Stan nor I could reach him for about 2 hours. (remember – he can’t hear it when it’s on silent) When he finally called me he was angry with me because “I was supposed to go to the hospital, but you told me not to! You told me that Stan didn’t need me!”
Hearing. Important skill to have. God help ME to hear better!!