Thinking back over this past week's grocery store marathon I decided there must be a lesson in all that and perhaps I should look for it.
He's feeling a little better since his doctor tinkered with his meds. He has just enough energy now to think he can do more than he probably can, we'll see. I seldom tell him no, I let his body do that.
Seeing people this week has contributed as much as anything to his improvement. He draws energy from people wearing skin.
Our son is a professional man who can not screw in a light bulb. He's a recycling jihadist and has a garage full of stuff that needs to go to various recycling centers. Bob has repeatedly offered to take care of all that but son declines. He knows his dad well. He knows he will head to the nearest dumpster and dump it all. For Rodger it's all about saving the earth, for Bob it's about getting rid of trash.
I promised Rodger if he would tell me the places to take this stuff I would faithfully see that it was disposed of properly but that I was desperate to find some activities that would give his dad a chance to engage with people wearing skin, and make him feel like he'd accomplished something.
He told me he has a small screen that needs repairing and that over the week-end he will get together a Goodwill donation. Now if I'm lucky I can do that over a period of two days.
I've still not been given approval to recycle out of the holy sanctum of Rodger's garage but I'll keep pursuing that.
The best time was when Bob could volunteer in nursing homes. He loved visiting those people and enjoyed interacting with all kinds of people there, all wearing skin. After he lost his immune system the doctors advised against that activity.
I've invited son and his family over on Sunday to grill hamburgers. That's another contact with people wearing skin.
Got any suggestions?