Archive for March, 2009

It’s 10 pm. He announces to me that all his books should be put away in case “people get any ideas”. Oh, bless your heart, my dear. I haven’t seen our coffee table in years – course couldn’t say that to him but I sure thought it!

So the journey began, hauling all the books to our bedroom to keep them safe. I’m so happy to reclaim the cocktail table but it’s a big job at 10.

This is one of the few times he has voiced suspicion to me about his “possessions”. I’ve read about it on sites.

Anyway, til the next time he hauls them all out again, I’m enjoying seeing the roses and clock and floor shining thru the glass.

“Are we going to have to pack that thing across the street again or what?” He is motioning to the sofa.

I ask if he means the sofa. Indeed, he does. Assured him it could stay where it is and his chair is Ok, too.

He looked at me like I had 3 heads and said, “Ok then, that’s settled!”

I was reading him a CNN article about people meeting a mate thru volunteering.

Could tell by the smile that he was up to no good. He looked over at me and said, “I could start tomorrow.”

He never fails to amaze me with his humor.

We were driving down our country road when we stopped to chat with a neighbor. She asked if they could put clipping out in our yard for pick up as we had none. “Sure, I’ll park and Wayne will help you carry the bags.”

I stood in the drive to watch that he got over to her yard Ok. Once I saw them together, I pulled the car into the garage.

There were 4 bags of yard prunings and he’s so strong I knew he’d be done in no time. Looked out, yup, bags are in our yard but no Wayne. He and dear neighbor like to visit so thought she had him.

A sinking feeling hit me when I walked out and saw her puttering in her yard and no Wayne with her. Normally I’m very composed but I started calling his name and lost it crying as I ran up the hill, past her house. Still no Wayne. Orchard on one side of the road and dear God, cougars and bush a half mile away.

I was running and crying and calling, not able to see him. When I got about a half mile from home, there he was in someone’s yard, head swiveling around trying to figure his world out. That man was hugged and hugged and hugged. My other next door neighbor came driving toward home just as I found Wayne. The yard pruning lady came over and apologized – it didn’t dawn on her that he wouldn’t know where home was.

Shaken to the core.

People who know me well will chuckle but I really am kind of “queered out” or embarrassed or something when people so generously offer an award to me.

Lynn has been lurking and so kindly offered this one. As she said, the gal looks just like her. Well, Lynn, I do have a hat similar to that one but the body, I wish! Still working on that!!

Anyway, thanks and I’m glad you commented and hope the blog offers a bit of insight into Alzheimer’s disease. My next post involves a very necessary insight, the lack of which could have ended in catastrophe.

Oh, by the way, Alzheimer’s, I hate you!!! But, I’ve told you that often enough I’m sure you’re still laughing. Someday, someday, we’ll see the end of you, sadly too late for my Man. Oh, and I’ll dance on your grave but I’ve told you that before, also.