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. 
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I think pizza is the #1 favourite meal of many people. I helped each child in my daughter’s grade 4 class fill out a page about themselves. Every child listed pizza as their favourite food. Guess what we have for dinner on Friday nights?
Hi Ruth, A favorite for many. Hope all is well out your way.
Got this poem from a friend yesterday:
How to Dance in the Rain
It was a busy morning, about 8:30, when an elderly gentleman in his 80′s arrived to have stitches removed from his thumb.
He said he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am.
I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.
I saw him looking at his watch and decided, since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound.
On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound.
While taking care of his wound, I asked him if he had another doctor’s appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry.
The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I inquired as to her health.
He told me thatshe had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer’s Disease.
As we talked, I asked if she would be upset if he was a bit late.
He replied that she no longer knew who he was,that she had not recognized him in five years now.
I was surprised, and asked him, ‘And you still go every morning, even though she doesn’t know who you are?’
He smiled as he patted my hand and said,’She doesn’t know me, but I still know who she is.’
I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goose bumps on my arms, and thought,’That is the kind of love I want in my life.’
True love is neither physical, nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be.
(He did that for you years ago and now you are doing it for him).
Oh Chatty, the goose bumps happened first then a flood gate of tears.
Whether you’re 8 or 80, I think pizza’s such a “happy” dinner … the ultimate in comfort food!
Wish I lived close enough to drop by with fish and chips. What a treat!
Mmmm… pizza… I could eat pizza every day of the week and be happy for quite some time!