But he needs to stop grumbling, put on some new pants, and go play pinochle.

I'm pretty sure his old pants would work fine as well!

This is a good thing, because I'm wondering if the "new pants" are a myth.

Man, I feel so welcome and inclined to go back to the Asian buffet where the cashier was too engrossed in his phone call during Monday lunch rush to bother with customers and angrily hissed at the host to come ring me up, sparking an argument in what I think was Vietnamese.

My mom had dementia and she stayed at home until the end. It was no better. By the end Mom didn't know what was going on and who say truly horrible things to my sister and the caregivers. She would also just scream and wail for hours at a time. Dementia is awful. What I took away from all of it is that there just isn't a good answer for how to deal with it. You just need to find a way through.

My heart goes out to Steph, Tim, and anyone who is dealing, or who has had to deal with it.

My mom had dementia and she stayed at home until the end. It was no better.

Yeah, I think we were all in denial (to some degree) of how bad Jack really was, before the catheter issue forced him into assisted living. He lived alone for almost 7 years after his wife died, and I think it's mostly luck that nothing horrible happened.

By the end Mom didn't know what was going on and who say truly horrible things to my sister and the caregivers.

Yeah, he's losing his politeness to some degree; the other day I sat on his loveseat specifically so his easy chair would be free for him. He came out of the bathroom, looked at me, and said "You're in my seat. Get out."

Guys, it is HARD for me to not immediately bite his head off. My temper is still something I work on. Apparently my eyes bugged out like Marty Feldman, but I didn't bite his head off, because I know there's no point to that. I jumped up while saying, "I thought you'd want your chair; that's why I sat here." He just said "I don't want that damn chair. You sit there." Geez Louise.

He's also losing his filter and says inappropriate things about women (and sometimes girls). I wasn't sure how to address that, because he's not my actual dad. But then one day Oldest Brother cut Jack off with "Dad, that's inappropriate. Stop it." So that's what I'm going with the next time he busts out with creeper shit.

I so sorry, Steph. That sounds incredibly hard.

The facility has a support group once a month for family of people with dementia, and I'm trying to round up Tim and the bros and SiLs to go. I think it will be helpful.

Oh, wait, I think my package is Zoo uniform shirts for Casper, who is spending the summer as a VolunTEEN, not pants for Jack. Sorry.

(Also, I am so proud of Casper. She wrote an application and interviewed and everything!)

I hope the support group is helpful, Steph. It all sounds very hard.

There's a show on PBS tonight that looks fun, called Wild West.

This looks interesting. I'll have to see if my local PBS is carrying it.

PantsGate 2017 Update: no one has ordered pants yet. I am deeply confused about that, because after Interfering Aunt stirred up shit, one SiL replied that pants had been ordered. That was before Easter. But whatever. One of the bros said he'll order them tonight.

Soon, a nation will be able to rest easy, secure in the knowledge that Jack will have new pants.

Amazing, Brenda! It is a weirdly small world.

D'oh! That's why I was there in December or whenever that was.