Archive for July, 2009

It’s just amazing how he loves to eat pizza. We have one care aide who really is super good to Wayne and they enjoy having dinner together. I try to have something easy for him to eat. Pizza fills the bill.

It’s so funny to see his reaction when I ask if he’d like pizza. “Oh, yeah, pizza. Do we have any?”

“No, but we’ll go buy one.”

He has his runners on and is ready to go in record time.

In case you should decide to drop by and visit us, fish and chips is another favorite and easy for him to eat:)

Sandwiches give Wayne trouble now, he takes them apart and gets into all kinds of trouble after ward.

We just got back from a 20 minute walk. Took water along as it was still 30 degrees at 8pm.

Cheers to Friday night for all you folks still doing the 9 to 5 or whatever shift.

I sit with him, alone in the evening.

We chat about this and that, then he closes his eyes and “zones” out.

I watch his eye movements, his fingers splayed on his thighs.

He is at peace, why does it bother me so?

Although I’m kind of happy to see darkness fall earlier these days, it means mostly the end of our evening socializing. We live about 30 minutes from our family and friends in the “big smoke”.

I’m not exactly sure why darkness bothers him (away from home). At home, we stay up late and stand in the drive watching the stars many nights. He loves gazing at the moon so it’s not the darkness itself.

Anyway, being retired, we can plan activities early enough in the day. I know his night vision is bad and maybe he feels upset not being able to see well when we drive home.

Any thoughts or suggestions for us?

Today was an interesting look at his reaction to day care. The nurse who “admits/checks” everyone in, greeted him at the door. Her smile is dazzling and she so genuinely says, “Hello, Wayne!”

He kind of lowered his head, perhaps his lower lip was low, too, because he was in no mood to socialize.
I left asap, hoping he would be Ok.

Arriving back 10 minutes before necessary, he and a nurse were sitting outside. She smiled a knowing smile at me. Later she called me on the cell and said he knew I’d be early and wanted to sit out and watch for me. Sweet.

One evening many years ago, I walked over to the gym to watch Wayne’s Army team play the town’s basketball team.

The score keeper hadn’t shown up so the ref asked me if I were staying? Would you keep time and score?
I sat down at the little table and Wayne came bounding off the court and sat beside me. He knew who I was and I knew of him only because of his outstanding basketball scores from centre court.

He invited me for coffee after the game and the rest is history. This August we celebrate 44 years.

Wayne has always been thoughtful, very generous and kind. He did middle of the night feedings when I was so tired I didn’t even hear the baby cry, he sat at my bedside after surgeries and cared for toddlers and me after 2 rather major operations 3 months apart.

He let me be my own woman and work if/when I wanted or stay home.

We both worked on our marriage and I’m sure he “gave” many times when I was cranky and unreasonable.

He’s really humorous and loves a good cartoon or joke – still. For our 25th anniversary, he had a band set in diamonds and presented it to me the night before our 25th. That was the first time he ever told me that he used to see me around town and knew that someday he wanted to marry me.
The least I can do is care for him as I know he would care for me.

This is the heart breaking thing, I know I can’t do it forever, not physically or mentally. The day is coming.