Well, that’s it. M and I have done our traveling for the year. All in two weekends.
That’s kind of sad, isn’t it? But trying to travel and being away from home with a dementia patient is not for the weak-willed or faint of heart.
Over Mother’s Day weekend, we drove to Atlanta to see the Atlanta Braves play the Philadelphia Phillies (baseball.) The drive down wasn’t bad – although traffic on I-85 was ridiculous the whole way there. M was in a good mood and excited about the games. Continue reading “Travel . . . Stop”
As we all knew it would, the missing hoodie was found. Everyone can relax now. The all-night vigils can cease.
While we were looking for it on Thursday, I asked M if he had worn it when he went with Older Son (OS) to cut grass, but he told me no – it had been too hot for him to have on his hoodie at that time. Continue reading “Hoodie – Lost and Found”
I saw the above image on my nephew’s Facebook feed this morning, and only Atlanta Braves fans will truly understand. Last night’s game was nothing short of a debacle. I had to call my dad when it was over to make sure he hadn’t had a stroke Continue reading “We’ll Get ‘Em Next Year . . .”
(Originally posted in Facebook on August 21, 2019)
Much better evening yesterday. The Braves were back on TV, so we had that to watch. And the Braves manager was ejected from the game within the first five minutes, Continue reading “The Boys of Summer”
(Originally posted in Facebook on August 20, 2019)
I’m always amazed how important routines and patterns that he can depend on have become to M. Not even big routines, like the alarm going off at 5 am and dinner at 6 pm . . . but Continue reading “Never Give Up!”
I was upstairs in the kitchen last night when I heard M say “fight, fight, fight!” I thought he was watching the Braves baseball game, so I flew down the stairs – because the Braves don’t usually get into bench-clearing brawls – and there really was a fight! The pitcher for the Pirates and the Braves 3rd baseman were both ejected from the game – wow!
M is concerned because the transfer he was so excited about at work hasn’t happened yet. He’s starting to worry that “something” has happened, but he doesn’t know – or can’t say – what that something is. I’ve suggested he talk to a friend of his who works in the HR department, but he hasn’t done it yet. Of course, this could be the beginning of the end of his job – or it could be that the wheels are s-l-o-w-l-y turning and it will all come together soon. It really could go either way.
M and I had a really good evening together last night. Baseball is back – so we enjoyed watching the Braves on TV again. We had enjoyable conversations and a good dinner. We put together the list of things he needs to do every evening to make sure he is ready for work the next morning and I went to bed feeling really good about the entire day.
This morning, as he was getting his things together for work, he got his lunchbox out of the pantry. Suddenly on the counter, he had his turkey sandwich sitting there, but I hadn’t seen him get it out of the refrigerator. I started not to say anything, but I had to ask – where did your sandwich come from?
It had been in his lunch box overnight. When he made his sandwich the night before, he put it in his lunchbox and put the lunchbox in the pantry – rather than putting the sandwich in the refrigerator overnight. I wouldn’t have eaten it, but he wasn’t worried about it.
It should be a good weekend. We’ll go to the butcher shop and try to get the Keto diet kick started again. M is ready to get some yard work started, which will be nice . . . and a good change from sitting in front of the TV all weekend. Hope the weather will cooperate!
