dinner

i've invited my dad over to my house countless times and he always refuses.
i wonder if he's nervous driving the 5 miles here, afraid he will get lost.
so i don't push.
today, i called him and said, "i'm bringing stuff over to your house to make dinner".
he said, "well, i hope i'll be good company".
i told him it didn't matter, i just wanted to be with him and it had been a while since we shared a meal.
so whitney and i showed up at 4:30 with food to cook.
he was a little freaked out.
i mean, not comfortable.
he kept rambling in the refrigerator for what he could add to the meal.
he had some little steaks that he needed to cook, so we pulled those out.
he was obviously a little agitated.
he tested his blood sugar, 154, normal.
we went for a walk, that helped.
we came back and he and whit cleaned the puzzles off the table while i prepared dinner.
at dinner, he was still out of sorts.
after dinner, warren had to run whit to a babysitting job, so it was just dad and i.
he talked about how frustrating it was to not feel comfortable driving in mooresville.
i reassured him that i would love to drive him.
and that i am so happy that he is here where i can help.
i wonder if he's worse since he's been in mooresville or if i am just aware of his condition more.
i know he needs help and guidance.
but i know he hates it.
warren came back and they settled in front of the tv for some baseball.
now that's what calms him!
i cleaned the kitchen. he still does a pretty good job but i was happy to have an excuse to get in there and wipe down the counters and appliances.
by the time we left, things were great.
his memory was excellent tonight i thought, but he was just restless.
next time, i will prepare a casserole or something to just pop in the oven.
something that doesn't need too much preparation or fuss.
trial and error.
i'm not afraid to try!