I’ve long thought that I would make a terrible farmer. One reason is that most farmers seem to own chickens, and chickens tend to wake up at daybreak and cock-a-doodle-doo their little throats out. When I hear that noise, it makes me want to do something to those throats that the Audubon Society would not like.

But I live with that anyway. I live with Dar. Instead of cock-a-doodle-doo-ing, he tee-tee-tees. And it’s loud. And it wakes me up. And leads me to cranky blog posts like this one.

He also wakes up his brother. It’s a cranky, cranky house. And it’s gonna get worse when the Daylight Savings Time transition rolls around.

I know what you’re gonna say. Get blackout curtains. We did. He still senses tiny shafts of light. I know what you’re gonna say. Get ear plugs. We did. Even when I sleep with them, I still sense his tee-tee-teeing, somehow. Did I mention that it’s often accompanied by hitting the furniture? Kinda hard to sleep through that.

We can’t explain consequences to Dar. I mean, we kinda can, but we mostly can’t. He can’t be told to be quiet in the morning the way that his brother can. He can’t be expected to remember things from the night before.

So we trudge on. But it’s life in the gloaming. In a hazy fog.

Last week, my Dad moved in to an in-law unit below Dar. But lo and behold, Dad is nearly deaf! So Dar isn’t bothering him. I knewthis would work out fabulously.

What does Dar think of his Grandpa? I don’t think he thinks about him much. They haven’t really interacted. We’re letting my Dad get a little more accustomed to things before we do a lot of social time. It’s true that Dar has been social with Grandpa in the past, but…meh.

Can Dar help with Grandpa? Can Grandpa help with Dar? Of course not. They’re both utterly dependent on me and my wife. And by dependent I mean…you know what, ask me in person. If I go into it here, it’ll come out wrong. Let’s just say that if you told me ten years ago that in 2018 I’d be managing care for an Alzheimer’s-stricken father and an autism-stricken son, I’d say…well live it up now (in 2008), kid!

Maybe taking care of one somehow helps me take care of the other? Uh, yeah, there might be a few extra trash bags lying around that we otherwise wouldn’t have thought to purchase. That’s about it.

I may be too tired to write more this week. And depending on how things go with Dad, that could…be a problem…for the rest of my…zzzzzzzzzz…

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