This tree was beside the road. I’m sure I’ve said that about other trees, in the past. This tree was besider than those.
I’m really struggling these days with Arthur’s argumentativeness. He has his own reality, more and more under the influence of his memory gaps and his cognitive issues, and he wants desperately to argue with me when his reality doesn’t match what I’m saying things are. Sometimes I just give up, but sometimes what he remembers or fails to remember, and it being at odds with what I think to be the objective truth of a given situation, influences decisions we make or things he perceives needing to be done, and impacts what I have to do. I just don’t tolerate that very well.
[daily log: walking, 4km; dogwalking, 3km]