Archive for June 28th, 2008
Steak and mushrooms. I think it’s his favorite dinner (after fruit and vegetables!!!) Sorry, that was catty.
Tonight we’re having S&R over for a BBQ. Steak, baked potato, mushrooms, salad and Italian marinated vegetables, French bread – no, not garlic. Plain. I would have garlic but being he prefers plain, so be it.
I bought 4 strip loin steaks – look great. Payback time for all the meals they have served us:)
He would be happy with steak and mushrooms so I plate his meal – then he eats all.
It’s warm and sunny, too warm to be in the sun. By evening, the sun will be around to the front of our house. Cute memory: when we bought this place, he was pleased it faced west/east for a shady back deck. Our former house was north/south with the deck south.
Another memory: Mom and Dad only served T-bone steaks. She used to call her butcher and order them – always perfect. Well, she came to visit us and went to the chain grocery. Looking for T-bones. Asks their butcher for T-bones. “Right there, Ma’am.” They were a poor excuse for T-bone and she told him. “My husband cut meat for years, those have no tenderloin!” I was quietly slinking away as a teenager would whose Mom embarrassed her. Feisty little thing, she was.
Happy Saturday, Everyone. Hope it’s a really good one.
Shock may begin to describe my reaction to a recent conversation with a friend.
F: “How long has Wayne had Alzheimer’s?”
Me: “Well, for sure there was a problem starting in 2000 – it’s gradual and well hidden by the person. I do know now, that is when I began to see changes. Of course, I didn’t know what was going on.”
F: “So, probably at least 8 years? I have a friend who’s husband with Alzheimer’s just died after 8 years. I was just wondering if you like having him at home or rather have him in a facility?”
Me: “He is well loved and at home and no where near being in a facility – and may never be.”
F: “No? I kind of think he’s still alive because you feed him all that fruit and vegetables.”
I made some kind of excuse to exit this chance meeting and conversation. People mean well but -
Herman reminds me of happy times in the 70’s – we lived in a very small community and there was not much to do. Wayne bought a ham radio (it was the size of a portable sewing machine). Until we bought a tall antennae for outdoors, he strung wire in the house.
The boys were about 1 and 3 years of age. We were all totally excited about “the world” out there.We’ll be visiting them in a bit and hope I remember to mention it.
