Went to take my father for the weekly visit to diner.

I shaved his head and trimmed ears and eyebrows.

Cleaned his clogged up hearing aids (gag)

He cut his nails while sitting in the carseat with the door open-

I watched as the nails collected outside on the windshield-ugh.

During "lunch" which he doesn't eat, he asked the waitress for a third 

glass of wine.

"NO" I said.

"Yes" he said to the waitress. "NO!" I repeated.

"Yes" he said and gave the glass to her and she got it. 

I told him he's gonna have to crawl to his room.

... I feel such anger towards him, barely able to shuffle back, totally drunk.

Iron claw grip on my wrist, maneuvering me like I am a walker, griping at me too slow,too fast...

causing me to shut down. 

At least I got to donate some winter coats afterwards to 

http://onewarmcoat.org/  I hope someone gets my big warm down coat.

Went to moms at four and found her spacey- not sure but she may have forgotten to eat lunch.