and I walked out $143 poorer and now I have no money until next week.  Sigh.  

All of the resale shops in our town have QUADRUPLED in their pricing, so whereas shirts used to be $2, now are $8.  Eight.  Fucking.  Dollars.  For.  A.  Jenky.  Ass.  Used.  Shirt.  Why????  I'm going to have to start some swaps in town instead because this is ridiculous.  Anyways, Mother REFUSED to try on any of the clothing, even though they were $8 a piece, and that royally pissed me off.  I just let it go though, because she never gets to go anywhere, and nobody else in town has any different prices.  So what was I going to do?  I got one two books, a sweater, and two items to make journals with.  My husband got three books, a sweater, and a $20 guitar amp, which worked great.  All of the rest of the money was HERS.  Holy batballs that was one expensive trip.  But that is the LAST place we are going for a long time.  Because she doesn't even have the ability to think anymore "Hey, maybe this is too much?"  She just grabs and shoves it into her cart.  She didn't even find any pants (though I wouldn't have paid for them had she found them without trying them on first), which is what she went there for in the first place.  

I am not complaining we had to take her shopping.  I am complaining about the fucking prices of resale items.  WHY?  I thought it was safe to take her there so she wouldn't spend too much money.  Poor people shop there because they cannot afford the regular stores.  And now poor people can't even afford to shop any of them in my town anymore.  This is bullshit.  I want to open my own.  

So, two days ago we had to take her to a doctor's appointment.  I never go with her anymore, as I did it for years and all it does it give me horrible anxiety and stress.  But she had to go during the day (it was an emergency-ish situation) while my hubby was at work, so we took her.  She ended up being fine, but it was nice to have her act normal and nice to me.  She was normal and nice yesterday, too.  But man, can you really tell her dementia has gotten worse.  I mean, I knew it had, but this is so much worse than I realized.  She'd say something to me, I'd comment, and she'd have no idea what I was talking about.  Also, she knew I had chairs in the garage, so when we got home yesterday, I pulled one out to get for her in her room to read in.  Today, she talked about how I have to go back to the store to buy another chair.  I would think she was kidding around, but she elaborated, talking about the Salvation Army.  Everything confuses her anymore.  She's really losing it.  

Well, that's been my week so far.  We've been harvesting and processing black walnuts the past week, too.  We'll be getting more this week, or maybe more later today.  Also, we moved out of our storage unit, because it was too expensive.  Hopefully a new one that's cheaper will be open soon.  

That's it for now.