Archive for October, 2007

Back in 1974, he bought a computer chess set. He didn’t have chess partners so this was helpful.

Eventually a chess club formed but he still used the computer to plan his strategies. It’s all Greek to me:)

Anyway, a few years back I noticed he wasn’t on the board any more and commented. He said it’s too difficult now. I suggested he set his level to “beginner’s” and play there. It was kind of touching when he said it’s not the chess level, it’s this – pointing to his head.

It’s not often I sleep in the afternoon – I always protest I can only sleep if I’m sick as a dog – well, today, I was sick tired.

He was still asleep at 2pm so I crawled under the covers. Dead asleep til 4:40pm when I heard his familiar NS drawl:”Weeeeeell, could we just cut it?”

Until you’ve lost hearing the familiar inflections, etc. it probably doesn’t really connect – I sat up and asked, “Are you dreaming, Honey? What do you want to cut?”

He laughed his loving laugh of yesterday – “I don’t remember.”

You know, the hurt is almost more than I can bear – it’s just that I miss him so much.

Well, aren’t we busy bees trying to work in the house and watch the World Series! I was thrilled when W watched the game. He really enjoyed it. The reason it’s so special for me is that he doesn’t want to watch NHL hockey any more. I think it’s too loud and bothers him.

These smooth MLB announcers are great – kind of like the golf announcers. I worry they are hypnotists and I’ll fall asleep:) Anyway, point is, he is comfy enjoying the Series.

I dare not say who I am cheering for.

*****I made oven fries from yams last night and he loved them – course lights were low and game was on. It’s a joke around here about squash and yams – he eats a lot of it and doesn’t know:)

I guess it’s stress but my brain is getting mushy – normally organized and on time, I left the house for my vein appt. in a car running on gas fumes. Usually I top it up every Sunday but -

Then I hit every yellow and red light between our place and Dr. B’s

I parked and grabbed his hand running to the building about a block away. Appt. is 2pm and it’s like 1:58pm

As we exit the elevator, an elderly lady in it asks if lawyer *** is on this floor. I said I’m sure not but will ask the receptionist at Dr. B’s – which is directly across from the elevator door. I’m assuming she will await my reply. Nope! Closes the door with my Man inside. I frantically hit the button and it opened – all 3 of us were wide eyed.

So I run back into Dr. B’s office – now I’m assuming he knows to just sit in the reception area. Poor guy, he follows me and says, “Is this where I’m to be?” Now he’s all wide eyed again.

Not a good day!

femailhealthnews.blogspot.com has an interesting post today – I’m ordering a gross:)

Last night we sat in the living room admiring the dining room floor. The custom nosing hasn’t arrived yet for the steps.

“So what’s going on the steps?”

“See that piece of wood – they ordered one long enough for the steps – that way they don’t piece any together.”

Maybe two minutes later: “So what’s going on the steps?”

This went on several more times – probably repeated every 2 to 3 minutes. I finally took him to the family room for a change of scenery.

Clinically, I wonder what happens in the cells – what short circuit causes the exact repeat of the words. It never varies. I’m not being factitious to say it sounds like a broken record.

As my sister always says, anything very good, very bad or very happy “sticks” with him. I think it was a kind of “bad” in that the steps are unfinished.