June 6th 1993
Frasier seems to be having some difficulty dealing with boundaries with Dad living there. It's been about a week now and Frasier seems to be wanting to pull out what little hair he has left. Maris and I have been discussing their situation and have decided to help by helping to pay for a care worker. I have made arrangements for an agency to send over some people for interviews at Frasier's. This ought to be interesting to say the least. I wonder if Frasier and Dad will be able to agree on any of them. I sure would like to be a fly on the wall during those interviews.
Maris has taken up fencing. Wowe to the cost of it all. You would not believe the expenses we have invested in having a sword and face mask designed light enough for Maris to fence with, not to mention the gloves with re-enforced wrist wraps to prevent wrist sprain. With her weight and height, she fences with the 5th grader's league. She enjoys it so. After each session, she goes to the day spay to unwind from her frustrating losses. She did in fact have a win last week. One of the little girls refused to fence "the scary, skinny scarecrow lady." I purchased a small trophy to mark the momentous occasion. She has our house-maid dust it twice a day.
Someone on our staff thought it would be funny to put a bunch of plastic cock-tail swords in it. Well, let me tell you, Maris was furious. No one would admit to it. She donned her fencing gear threatening to battle each of our staff until someone came clean. After I talked her down from that AND got the staff to stop snickering at her, she made me purchase a glass case that locks. This way, she can keep it safe and still have it displayed.