Archive for November 1st, 2008

I’m getting so worried – seems everyday, microscopic declines occur. In the big picture, they probably are not that important but I seem to “need” to worry.

Today he announced that he had 2 belts on and only needed one. Fair enough. I looked over and could only see one but he insisted he had two. Got up to check and he had the buckle end in one hand and the “hole” end in the other – two belts in his mind.

Last night he was very stressed, announcing he was looking for his eye glasses. It did not console him to say he was wearing them – so I got him a banana and he forgot about his glasses.

Dear God, please hit the brakes or the gas – this is really tough to watch.

In preparation for the move, I have listed the armoire, piano, both computer desks (which we don’t need/use), one set of bedroom furniture and the family room furniture.

The house has been “pared down” considerably. Old Mother Hubbard’s cupboards are not bare but much lighter than a week ago. Gave the excess stuff to the thrift shop in a neighboring town , gave all my canning supplies to a neighbor.

It’s called progress, said with a sigh of relief.