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Rimutaka hills again...

I'm back from our big day journey over the hill. My boss collected me at ten this morning (all the sport was cancelled yet again with thunderstorms this morning - the cancellation for netball came too late, we'd already gotten to the courts at 8 o'clock, and they didn't put the cancellation over the radio until ten past 8! So in fury our team and two of us parents went and had breakfast at McDonalds!)

Anyway, at ten a.m. my Principal and I drove north over those damned Rimutakas again, up and up and up and then down and down and down, and we arrived at one of our former teacher's homes up there for lunch - he's bought an old hotel in Carterton, pretty run down and in need of a LOT of work, but he's happy there with his wife and children, an old saloon and about twenty single bedrooms, and chickens pecking around in the garden!

Then we drove over to the Magnificat Retreat Centre in Featherston in time for Mass (the same place I went to for the Year 13 retreat back in February). There was quite a crowd of people. They were going to use the huge deck but it was bad weather. I still felt a bit sick, and at one point we were standing and I suddenly felt really awful for a moment, and Jane turned to me and whispered that I didn't look well. I shrugged and she pulled up a chair and told me to sit. I said I was fine, and she hissed, "SIT!" - and I SAT LOL! The Archbishop said Mass, again, and there were two other priests there who had been at yesterday's Mass as well! OMG, it felt so weird to see them all again. But I guess it was good networking to go there. We both had a nice chat to the Bish *g* afterwards and I mentioned our police-calling retired priest (see yesterday's post!). He said he was a bit worried himself, because the other day the same priest had phoned the police to say his car had been stolen, but he'd forgotten that it was at the panel beaters! I feel sorry for the old thing, I think he's lost the plot, poor guy. He's always been grumpy and difficult, and has been retired for some time but he may have to get more care than he gets from our new parish codfish/priest.

Jane and I drove home slowly, she dislikes the big hill drive and I had to admit that I was trying really hard not to throw up! To keep my mind off that, we had a really good chat about a million things so that was really nice, and it felt good to enjoy one another's company, since we have to work together on a lot of things but don't always have time to actually, you know, just chat, without interruptions or other people joining in. I think we got to know one another better and enjoyed one another's company, and I feel pretty good about the day, considering it was pretty much seven hours of school time on a Saturday!

And that, well, that was my Saturday.

ETA Hooray for the Evers-Swindell twins in the rowing pairs! Gold by a hairsbreadth over Germany - so close!!!!


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Aug. 16th, 2008 01:35 pm (UTC)
ETA Hooray for the Evers-Swindell twins in the rowing pairs! Gold by a hairsbreadth over Germany - so close!!!!
It was incredibly close. I thought Germany had won and it was a few seconds before I realised it was NZ. They did really well. Such a close race though.
Aug. 17th, 2008 06:14 am (UTC)
Yeah, that was really close OMG! I thought it was Germany too, until I saw the photo finish. We had a good day in the end, from no medals to five!
Aug. 17th, 2008 09:50 am (UTC)
I'm glad you weren't sick in the BMW...

It sounds as if the old priest has short term memory loss, which is fairly common for really old people who are mostly alone. We found the best way to deal with it for my mother and my father-in-law was to use a large desk diary. All visits/appointments (e.g. panel beaters...) etc. were logged by whoever made them, with brief comments, and the diary was accessible to carers, police, whoever. My mother carried hers around with her as if it was life-saving equipment. My father-in-law's saved a lot of arguments. We 'trained' them both to check their diaries before calling people. However, it needs someone - a carer/relative/whatever - to set up and oversee the system. Your parish priest would be ideal but... For both our old people the diary system enabled them to live alone - my mother till she was ill, and my father-in-law till his death.
Incidentally, if his memory is getting that bad, he shouldn't be driving. My father -in-law got to the supermarket and couldn't remember the way home...
Aug. 17th, 2008 10:50 am (UTC)
-I'm glad you weren't sick in the BMW...
OMG wouldn't that have been a disaster! Might have damaged a very good blossoming relationship *g*

-It sounds as if the old priest has short term memory loss
I think it goes a lot deeper. Yes to the short term, but also after a lifetime of grouchiness and bitterness, it is coming back to haunt him, affecting his behaviour in general. JCjnr used to have blowouts with him, but they'd make up, move on, and it was all JCjnr's doing, the putting right. I doubt the new priest has the people skills to deal with the irrational old devil! The diary sounds like a good idea, but I doubt he'd trust anyone to do it for him.
He doesn't trust my friend, Ruth, who is the parish secretary, and is very abusive to her these days. When he phoned one time when I was up at her place for morning tea, and insisted Ruth come and turn off her computer at work (she was at home at the time, she only works part-time) she said she'd pop down and do it later (it's only five houses away). He said, "I'll do it, just tell me how to turn the thing off."
"Well," she said over the phone, "go to Start."
"I don't want to start, I want to finish!" he snapped... in the end we sent our two young sons down the road to turn the damned thing off.

-Incidentally, if his memory is getting that bad, he shouldn't be driving. My father -in-law got to the supermarket and couldn't remember the way home...
OMG that'd be scary. That kind of happened to my other friend's dad last week, the police found him disoriented in his car out in Petone, and he couldn't recall where he'd been for the last two hours. I suspect he had a little stroke though. Lucky he didn't kill someone driving.
Aug. 17th, 2008 04:15 pm (UTC)
In my experience, people do not change fundamentally as they grow old and suffer from memory loss, etc. They just become more and more extremely themselves and their personalities are less easily hidden. So if he was always grouchy and bitter, there doesn't seem to be much hope...

Tiny strokes can contribute to memory loss without causing obvious illness or paralysis. My mother gave up driving as soon as she couldn't see well enough, so she was spared the problem of giving up later when her memory went. But a fiend of hers was still driving and had tiny strokes etc. We had to make Mother promise never ever to accept a lift!!
Aug. 17th, 2008 04:16 pm (UTC)
P.S. That should be 'friend' of course - I think!!
Aug. 19th, 2008 08:59 am (UTC)
-But a fiend of hers was still driving
*giggle* I needed a laugh tonight!!
Aug. 17th, 2008 11:00 pm (UTC)
Boy, I hope you like your boss, that's a lot of time spent with one person!
Aug. 19th, 2008 09:06 am (UTC)
-Boy, I hope you like your boss, that's a lot of time spent with one person!
I loooove my boss! She's one amazing woman. We had such a good chat. She was raised in South Africa out in the bush, so she had some good stories LOL!
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