Month: February 2021

I got home from work last night and M was sitting there with his bowling bag, ready to go. Unfortunately, bowling isn’t until tonight, so he was ready a day early. I did, however, manage to get the sweatshirt that he has worn for five days straight put into the dirty clothes basket. Whether or not it stays there is another story. Continue reading “I Wanna Drive”

As M’s dementia progresses, I’ve seen his moods change in ways it never did before. He’s much more sentimental than he ever used to be, cries more easily and is more easily distracted and bored by things he used to be very interested in. He’s always had a temper, but that seems to have cooled down. Continue reading “The Mood That Changes on a Dime”

Last night was M’s bowling night, which meant I sat with his team at the bowling alley and directed him as to when it was his time to bowl and on which lane he was to bowl. Nothing to it, right? Normally, that would be true. But a massive storm was on its way, so my head was pounding along with every pin that was knocked over. Continue reading “This Stuff is Tough”

She’s done it again. I don’t know how, but once again, Danielle LaPorte – a believer in energy, humor and love – has reached inside my soul and has seen everything I am feeling . . . and has spoken directly to me. Continue reading “Hanging By a Thread?”

In one of my FAVORITE movies of all time, Susan Sarandon tells Tim Robbins in Bull Durham that “physical exhaustion can be spiritually fabulous.” As a movie line, that’s hilarious. In real life, that sucks. Continue reading “Physical Exhaustion”