Archive for January, 2008

This pillow arranging is serious business. I walk into the room to see him basically sitting bolt upright with 2 or 3 pillows vertically behind him – to sleep like that all night!

“Are you sure you want your pillows like that?”

“Should we try maybe rearranging them?”

He is very skeptical but allows me to set them horizontally – as I adjust the pillows, he sits up in bed. It’s all I can do to not laugh. She – servant, he rich bossman!

“There, try that, Hon. Better?”

He “regally” shifts his bum down in the bed a bit and tries it out – thinks for a moment as if sniffing fine wine and announces it’s good. Cracks me up every time. I wish I could write to describe how funny it is.

Take what I can get and hold each moment close – today was very good. Of course, this is all relative.

Told him to grab the cutlery and he got the correct “two of everything”, set 2 glasses on the table – what’s interesting is that he knew where to find them. This hasn’t happened in a long while.

He read the paper – usually he fidgets with it scanning the front page for several minutes, sets it down and announces there’s nothing new – kind of sweet. Today he actually turned pages.

As he picked the cat up (yes, you read right) to carry him upstairs, I looked up at him and asked why he didn’t carry me upstairs instead of the cat. His old smile broke and he made a motion of locking his lips – we both cracked up.

Yeah, a good day.

I was thinking about my friend’s recommendation that I “get out, you know”. Yes, she did mean seeing other men which horrified and disgusted me at the same time.
I have no interest in “getting out”.

I observed a gentleman take up an affair with an employee at the nursing home where his wife was admitted with AD. They eventually moved in together but a bit later he was roughing her up. Actually, I couldn’t imagine his doing something like physical harm to her – but so the story goes.

They split and guess who is at a care giver’s meeting – she is! Guess what, her new man has AD! Now I would not wish any couple to go through this disease but thought it was interesting that in the end she becomes a care giver – and not a very loving one from her own admittance. Sad.

My sister and I left the meeting just heart sick for the man in her care.

I no longer attend meetings but may go someday again.

He loves a good steak and has a favorite place.

Four of us enjoyed dinner – we all had steak.

After getting home, we sat down to relax. I said what a good evening it was.

“I always enjoy my evenings with you.”

So I mentioned what a good meal it was.

“You always cook me a good dinner.”

Dropped the subject and an hour later he said, “Doug really enjoyed his steak.”

(Nothing shocks me now but back in 04, this was unreal to me that he could forget his night out and the fact we had steak just a couple hours ago.)

I got a chuckle today – our worker was leaving and we helped carry his various stuff to the door. I tried to pick one tool box up and couldn’t even lift it – my guy picked it up with one hand and the second one and casually walked out. He’s very strong, yet. I was proud of him – - -

All our married life (til 2003) we have never hired people for work – he did it all. Hung gyproc, taped it, painted, installed a 20 x 40′ in ground pool, painted exteriors, built decks, etc. – to perfection. So it’s very frustrating for me to have a guy let his caulking drip on my area rug!

The only thing we hired was for a concrete man to pour and finish our pool deck.

Feel badly for my man as the other night he moved the workers’ stuff and set it out of his line of sight. I think he felt badly.

Told him he did way better jobs but I’m glad he’s retired and can let other people do the work.

“Why, thank you, Honey.”