My dad loves to rake up leaves so I told my mom that I have a lot of leaves in my yard and he can come and rake them up if she needs him to stay busy. Mom was like, Heck ya, I’ll bring him over.
Dad comes over in Rake Leaves mode!!! I get the rake and hand it to dad and mom quietly excuse herself.
Mom: I’m going to the store while Dad is raking the leaves
Me: Umm, ok. Hehehe
My desk is located by the front yard and I have a big window to see what my dad is doing so I go in the house to work. I noticed that dad had a big pile and ready to put it in the green waste trash. So I go back outside to pull it around to the front only to find out that it is full and no more leaves can fit. Oh Snap!!! This is a problem. Why you ask? Sundown is soon coming, and Dementia is in full mood. So I told dad to put the leaves in a pile because the trash was full and we could not put anymore leaves in it.
Dad: Where are we gonna put the leaves?
Me: we will leave them in a pile in the yard and a pile on the street and the claw will come and pick them up.
Dad: Oh ok
So now I’m helping him with leaves on the street and sidewalk because my sixth sense kicked in. lol lol I turned around and found dad taking trash out of the garbage can and putting it in the recycle to make room for the leaves because the green waste is full.
Me: (palm to face) dad, we cannot put the trash in the recycle bin.
Dad: but we don’t have room for the leaves, where are we going to put the leaves?
Me: I know dad, we will leave the leaves in a pile and the claw will come and pick them up. Let’s put the trash back into the garbage can and put the leaves into one pile on the street!
Dad: Ok, but there is no room in the green waste. Where is your mom? Did she go get some gas?
Me: (he did not see my mom leave, hehehe) Yes, she went to get gas. Let’s get these leaves in a pile.
So we are sweeping and raking the leaves into a pile and guess what?? Dad is back to the trashcans doing the same thing. Moving trash around to make room for leaves. This happened about 5 times. Lol lol. My next-door neighbor kids (6 and 3) come home and ready to jump into the pile of leaves that is in the yard. Umm wait, not right now. Let’s wait until my dad goes home then you can jump all you want 😊
Now dad is asking me over and over where mom is. I told him she went to the store and will be back.
Dad: I hope she is ok. It’s getting dark and she needs to be home. What time is it? Where is your mom? Did you call her? (repeat)
I heard from my mom and I told Dad that she was on her way and to let’s go in the house and wait for her. So I’m at my desk and dad is sitting in the living room and I can see him and he can see me. He is still asking me where Charlotte is and starts looking at his phone to call her. I guess he didn’t get her, so he called April. I answered my phone looking at my Dad thinking he would realized he called me and he was at my house. NOPE!! He is talking like he is somewhere else. Lol lol lol He called me twice. The second time he asked me how was I doing? (I’m giggling internally) It’s never a dull moment with my dad.
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