Ron's Dad died - a ticking blackout
He was really the only relative of Ron's who was kind to me, after Ron's accident, who actually showed up and tried to help. He used to feed my cat French fries and boy she loved them. I never knew that about her. He was very kind and gentle to me and Ron, but when forced to choose between Ron and his siblings, chose the siblings.
I suppose he and his wife felt the siblings would be more of a "help". As it turns out, when the dementia manifested the "kids" put both "Mom and Dad" into a nursing home. In a bad area, at that.
Even if I could crawl in Ron's head and see his issues, I wouldn't. Right now he is stoic but he may have a blackout. He had a blackout when Bubba died, grieving horribly. Bubba is the black cat in my photo album.
I wonder, what does this mean to me? To his drinking? I wish I knew, but then again, I don't.
I slept OK last night and got up early for work. I wore black shorts and a black t-shirt. The driver was surprised we were going to work. When there's a good chance I'll be crawling around on the floor, I'd better have something casual. I checked all the machines, they didn't need much, helped Ron, he didn't need much, and stocked what I could. We chatted at the other vendor and conducted business as usual.
We had a little more time than we needed. We came home and I took a nap. Ron woke me up, talking on the phone. I was furious but confined my "expressions" to shutting his door firmly. When he got up, I asked him, nicely, to please shut his door if he's going to talk on the phone during my nap.
We went to the appliance store. I did a lot of research online, and came to the conclusion that all the washers and dryers offered had bad reviews. The best I could find was 4 stars at $800 for one. Even then, it didn't have a lot of reviews.
I wish I could say I fell in love with One. Found The One. Can't say that I did, but I kept getting drawn to one unit. It has about the same reviews as the others, people either love it or hate it. Some had problems with it breaking. Ron's solution to that was the purchase of an extended warranty.
We got the pair and I hope they are reliable. We spent nearly a month of my pay. The salesman was very nice and I am glad he got our commission.
We left and came home. I did some housework, made Ron another protein shake, etc.
He started drinking. I hope this doesn't end badly. He was already yelling nonsense at me a couple minutes ago, something about the water bowl (which I already filled).
I feel like I am listening to a timer ticking down to The Blackout. If he got that upset over a cat, he's bound to have some strong feelings about his Dad. I know I would.
Do I expect a blackout, or hope against hope he will restrain himself?
Well, I had to tell him. How awful for Ron if he heard about his Dad from someone else.