The other day he had difficulty putting 2 matching runners on. Was a bit miffed when I noticed and got it sorted out.
My solution, put away (hide) one matching pair and leave a matched pair by his chair in the back entry.
Came after our home care day and what do I see, mismatched runnings staring at me – hey, I could get started on a poem.
The care aide must have wondered about our “life style” or lack of it!
Then yesterday, his brother came to take him out for an hour and helped him with the mismatched runners, never skipping a beat. Ol’ eagle eyes came down the hall and saw it right away and made the switch!
Now, I had placed those runners in the furthest corner of the entry closet, behind his big steel toed boots – which I had to find downstairs! Then I casually dropped a light jacket over the whole mess.
Now, I admit I’m getting tired and a bit worn out, but my dear man, I can’t compete with you! How do you do this?
When do you do this?
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A poem, huh, about mis-matched runners? I’m thinking a country song! (tee-hee).
Your sense of humor continues to amaze me, and I am sure it helps you cope (even though I am also sure coping is not easy).
Runners…..I assume galoshes? I’m from the west so this term is not used here…either way it gave me a chuckle.
I didn’t know what runners were either. I like that word. I am guessing they are sneakers or tennis shoes? Golashes? Sounds more athletic than sneakers for certain! Smile and sing as you can. I love the way you try to anticipate and outsmart him, and it never is easy as quick as he is, even with the Alzheimer’s. Love, A