Update

Lots of computer problems this last few weeks. Takes forever to get anything loaded and by the time I do, I am out of the mood to expound on anything at all.
Its been interesting getting acquainted with the folks I am working for.
The Lady is a sweet 83 year old who has been coping with her 91 year old Alzheimer's husband for about ten years now.
Needless to say, she gets a little short tempered with him from time to time though he is generally pretty easy going and good natured and other than repeating himself alot, seems pretty normal.
They begin the day with a couple of glasses of Sunny D,(calcium added), and either cheese danish or toast & jelly for breakfast along with about a dozen pills each. They require coleslaw for lunch each day and her recipe is(for me) to grate the cabbage and carrots, add a layer of sugar, enough bread & butter pickle juice to make it soupy and mix in mayonnaise. Otherwise I can fix meatloaf, chicken breasts or hamburger macaroni and green beans or creamed corn as long as I add sugar to all.
If I don't get enough therein, they ask for the sugar bowl and add more.
Then, of course they require dessert and unless it is forthcoming, he gets really mad and fires the cook.
That iced tea had better be just right too or the eyebrows furrow up and a storm brews.
I am astounded that neither has diabetes or high blood pressure.
The gentleman lost his right leg below the knee while serving with General Patton's army in Europe during WWll and when he returned to the states, was grossly dissatisfied with the type of wooden leg he was forced to wear.
After much pain and aggravation he undertook to redesign the leg and landed himself a job with a local limb company with the resulting work. He spent 35 years doing that and when he retired, he was asked to return because of the good quality work he had done.
Meantime he lucked onto a fellow who had one hundred acres close to town that was for sale for forty dollars an acre. He has subsequently sold off portions of said land for quite tidy sums and the place in the country has now become part of the town.
He grew up picking cotton, as well as doing other farm chores so it was natural that he and "Madame" as he lovingly calls her, raised most all of their food for years and years.
He remarked the other day that he had a hard time getting used to "town food" but now of course prefers it, as long as it is coated liberally with sugar.
"Madame" sees to it that he gets plenty of exercise by telling him to go put out the bird feeder, which he obediently does, only to make him go take it in again when the wascally squirrels come to get their share. This is repeated in the course of a morning probably about three or four times.
She gets her exercise getting up to remind him to put the feeder out when he forgets and sits down in the porch swing. I think sometimes he doesn't really forget but looks for relief from the nagging.
Both of them give it up in the afternoon though and go take naps.
He has to remove his leg to get comfortable in bed either for a nap and at night. So he understandably is slow to come from the bedroom upon arising.
THE DOG.
Madame has a small dog which is reputed to be a cross of a papillion & cocker spaniel which is the most hyper dog I have ever encountered. She is very pretty and a good watchdog for them. And, everyday is a new day cause I am a stranger each morning when I arrive amid the barking and running around plus earnest attempts to nip at my heels which only subsides when he gets a swatter or newspaper after her.
Occasionally, out of the blue she will erupt in a frenzy of a screaming barking fit and try to bite whoever happens to get up out of a chair, especially him and last month she took about a fifty cent piece size chunk of skin out of his arm which was a long time healing.
But Madame is madly in love with this dog even to the point of allowing her to pee and poop all over the expensive WHITE carpet. The couple's daughters bought an expensive steam cleaner for this purpose and which has to be used about every other day.
Madame sends the Gent out about every two or three hours to walk the dog to avoid this but he generally sits down in the swing or doesn't let the dog have enough time to do her job.
The dog can do this quite freely but the cook must appear each day in spotless clothes and socks as well as all other things in the house much be just so, even to the correct positioning of the dust ruffle on Madame's bed. Beautiful home, lovely furniture, expensive carpet, drapes, bedspreads and spotless kitchen.
The reason for this is that several years ago the stress of coping with her husband got her so depressed that the family was quite worried about her. They got the dog from the pound to hopefully cheer her up and it did work. She loves it dearly and pets and fusses over her "Baby" continually so the therapy worked and that is worth putting up with the dog's bad habits.
She evidently had lost the will to live, but now dotes on the dog, so it is good for her.
The V A sends a nurse caretaker to their house every afternoon to see after him and she did a good job of getting the bite wound healed up. She also keeps watch to check him for vitals and helps with adjusting his leg if it gets out of kilter.
I am still getting used to being on my feet much more than I used to be so when I get home around one thirty in the afternoon I spent about three hours on the couch either reading or napping.
Quite a change for me from the demands of an all day and half the night drive to get a load delivered that the receiver didn't know was coming, forgot he ordered, didn't want it anyway and is thoroughly pissed at having to get it unloaded the same day it got there.
I am still having some problems with my fallen metatarsal on my left foot . Guess that is old age creeping up on me. Drat! had hoped to hide behind the door from it but it is worming it's way into my life in spite of my trying to laugh at it.
Oh well, might as well laugh, doesn't do any good to cry...just makes more wrinkles.