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The Devil Wears Prada

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It is a great movie about work/life balance. Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway, Emily Blunt, Simon Baker, Stanley Tucci and others portray an exciting and treacherous existence in the environment of high fashion. Along the lines of Pretty Woman, Nigel (Stanley Tucci) helps Andy (Anne Hathaway) to get her act together and become indispensable to Miranda (Meryl Streep) the head of the magazine called Runway. Ultimately Andy realizes the life is not for her after she realizes how duplicitous Miranda is following an episode in which Andy has placed all of her loyalty and assumes a friendship that does not exist between the two women. She pitches her pager into a fountain in Paris and walks away.

That movie appeared on VH1 the other night as Cheryl and I were winding down in the evening. I have watched it several times before. It is very well done. And now it occurs to me that my working career was over in time to allow me to devote myself to caring for Cheryl. I like to watch movies and Cheryl and I have been doing that more in the evening. She seems to enjoy sitting quietly and watching while also looking at a magazine or messing with the Frameo that no longer receives pictures for some mysterious reason.

The storyline of movie has to be slow moving and serious and tell a story. The superfluous and loud comic book movies that seem to be popular do not interest her and they are hard to follow. I find them to be the same.

She is completely wrapped up in 80 For Bradley because she likes the four actresses involved in the story. I am constantly hunting for another like it to capture her interest. (We have watched it many times.) I am much too familiar with “80 For Brady”.

Last evening I found an old Tom Hanks movie “Big” was alive and well on MGM+ on demand. We watched that. A cute little story with a very young Tom Hanks. Cheryl sat and watched it all the way through. She sorted some of the Kleenex in the box next to her and lined the tissues up with the old CET Connect magazine that she was looking through while also half watching the movie. We talked on and off as her mind wove the movie story line into her memories of childhood. In all it was a calm and pleasant evening and she ran out of gas about 10:30 PM.

Perfect! She got to see the weather report so that she could forget it today. Winter is coming and so is Friday the first of September.

Carpe Diem.

It’s Hot

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The weather weenies all recommend the same thing  – it is hot, stay home if you can. It is snowing, stay home if you can. It is raining, stay home if you can. There’s a new strain of Covid called ny.g.78.5-17 circulating, stay home if you can. Canada is on fire, stay home if you can. The Indians have landed a lunar lander on the south pole of the moon, stay home if you can. The head of the Wagner group got his plane shot  down, stay home if you can.

The Republican psuedo debate is on television tonight, stay home if you can.

A woman on the other side of the gas pump to me remarked they say the economy isn’t bad, making clear reference to the price on the pump. I thought, stay home if you can. I said, it’s hot though.

There are so many things for us to worry about, I am going to stay home if I can.

Hot outside, stay home if you can.

Carpe Diem.

Why

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Why do I feel like Cheryl has to try out restaurant restrooms like a small child who has been recently potty trained? Is it my imagination or the real feeling that she is has. She seems to ignore her bladder and her bowels until we get to somewhere that she may get trapped. She has no ability to think or plan ahead for toilet contingencies. And then at other times it is all she can think about.

Why?

Yesterday, the discussion was about some lesson plans and software development for the early computer program that she pioneered in the grade school our kids attended when they were small. We had come to a nearby park for a walk after dinner. She spoke of this as though it was on going. She had to get that organized.

On the way home from dinner in one of her favorite restaurants, there was a near disaster with urinary incontinence and no protection for it. This part of our life saddens me. She will not ask for help. She knows that she needs help but is either unable or unwilling or simply embarrassed to ask for it. When I offer unsolicited help she will become angry and anxious. I understand this completely and at the same time I do not understand it. An urgency in her head is organizing old birthday, Christmas and other greeting cards in her office. Taking a break from that for a bathroom break has no priority. Her “full” signal does not work correctly. By the time her body signals full to her brain, she is stuck because she forgot how difficult it is to get out of the chair. The bouncy motion she uses is not helpful. She will not ask for help.

Why

Tonight when we got to the restaurant she was looking around to see where a couple of our kids were. She thought that they were coming even though there was no mention of them coming or any communication of that sort. An idea jumped into her head from left field. In the afternoon lots and lots of left field thoughts appear. Why is this part of the plan?

Why?

Why in the afternoon? Or is it merely that I notice in the afternoon and it grates on me more after having dealt with her worsening dementia all day? Sometimes her memory is so short it is not unusual for her to forget the previous sentence. Where are we going? – can create great frustration in a caregiver (me) when repeated at two minute intervals throughout the day.

This essay started with me sitting in one of our favorite restaurants wondering if she would be able to get back through the ladies room door. As I now read what I wrote that day and think about where we are with this disease — we is an important part of those thoughts — my meditation drifts off into why do I think I know better? For that matter why do folks generally think that they have the solution to this dilemma or that conundrum and freely volunteer the solution? There is no answer to that last comment. I can, however, parse and control and limit my own contribution to living our best life with Parkinson.

Tomorrow we see a new doctor. Her calling and interest is palliative care with a chronic degenerative neurological disease. Cheryl’s movement disorder specialist suggested that she might be able to help. He also wrote scripts for PT, OT and speech therapy. She has been therapied by these people before. She lied to the PT folks last time when they asked if she tried the exercises that they gave her to do. I do not think her moderately cognitive impaired brain thought of it as lying. She thought about doing the exercises, that was enough.

For my part, I bought a caregiver call button from Amazon. My thought was that Cheryl could press her button if she really felt that I could help her – get up, find clothing, get socks, and a myriad of other small helps with which she is struggling (her mind says no she is not) but does not want to accept that she needs help with (see I did it again.) Her speech is so soft she cannot say loudly, “I need help” or I am not listening. With this doorbell she could press it when she needs help rather than me hovering around the bathroom door asking, “Are you doing okay?” She does have to keep the button with her. That is the next great solution to find.

Admittedly it seemed like such an attractive solution. Ugh!

Carpe Diem

Today – Is it Christmas?

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Yesterday evening when we went to bed she told me that today she wanted to put up the Christmas tree. My response was sure tomorrow is a good day for that. She slept undisturbed overnight.

Earlier after a breakfast of pancakes and fruit she told me that today she wants to put up the Christmas tree. We have a niece who has a party theme of “Christmas in July” around her newly rehabilitated back yard pool. (Jill lives five doors north of Sherlock Holmes. For those who read Sir Arthur you can deduce her address.) I have been keeping Cheryl apprised of the decorating progress as Jill has posted pictures on her Facebook Party page.

We went to Jill’s party last year. Of course we will go again this year. I will not remind Cheryl about her idea to put up the Christmas tree. I want to see if she remembers it for a longer period. (Overnight does not count. She often remembers her dreams from overnight.) And to be honest about it I do not want to put it up. Only I will be doing it and I have to rearrange furniture to do it.

So today I will live in terror of having to put up the Christmas tree. Or I could embrace it. The jury is still out.

Carpe Diem.

Today Cheryl took my Breath Away

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Allison is a wonderful young woman who has been cutting and styling Cheryl’s hair for some time. She had been operating out of a salon on the second floor of a business front in our old neighborhood for some time. Many years ago when Cheryl had foot surgery I asked her if she could come to our house and do Cheryl’s hair while she was stuck in a chair waiting for her foot to heal. Allison said of course she could. She had several clients that she took care of at their house.

Cheryl visited her in the salon for a couple years after her foot healed but eventually it became too much – the stairs. I asked Allison if she would visit us on a regular basis and a new relationship of service started.

As Allison was getting ready to leave and I handed her a check she said let’s set up a date for here next hair visit. I got out the calendar of all knowledge and we looked at August dates. Weeks-wise the next date would be August 23rd but that date interfered with something for her son Paulo. She suggested either August 30th or September 1st. I picked August 30th.

August 30 is the anniversary of the day we met. It was August thirtieth of 1966. It was a blue moon. Cheryl remembers that. I would to report to you that I remember it succinctly but I would be lying or at least making up stories about my youth. She remembers that it was a full moon. That fact caused me to look up astrological data to find out it was a blue moon. It is a blue moon this year too. I told Allison the story of our meeting.

After Allison left Cheryl talked about her death, something that every human is able to imagine. Cheryl said to me, “She is such a nice young woman. She didn’t mention that I won’t be here then.”

I replied, “What do you mean by that?”

She said, “I will be dead by then.”

I sat down to have a conversation but I was too dumbstruck to speak for a minute. I wanted to know where that thought had come from. She did not have an answer but she was adamant about it. “I’ll be here in spirit”, she said. (Wow. I thought.)

I don’t know what to make of that idea that she has or had for that moment in time this morning. What I do know is that I will be more alert to her needs for the next few weeks.

Carpe – blue moon – Diem.

An Anagram for Heart

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I am happy to learn things wherever they come from. This morning working on the Wordle from the NYT I happily learned that heart is an anagram for earth. It makes me think.

I have often thought that I might have a touch of dyslexia. I have thought this ever since I learned what dyslexia is probably sixty years ago.

Early in our married life I would say that I have date dyslexia. By this I meant that although I knew exactly when Cheryl’s birthday is, I felt no urgency to react to the fact that my wife’s birthday was coming up in a few days. That is probably not the best example but it is one that I used often.

Maybe it is just numbers that somehow fascinate me. Even though they are in order I do not look ahead on the line.

Riding my bike today I stopped to take a picture of a plant that I did not know. A friend told me about “Seek” which is an app that identifies flora and fauna that you take a picture of. It works great when the fauna sit still.

Flora are easier. I found an American Black Elderberry. A quick search of Wikipedia revealed that The fruits can be used to make wine and jelly. I think there is a song that mentions elderberry wine.

One never knows where a snippet of knowledge will come from. The unripe fruit contains cyanogenic compounds but less so than apples. The Iroquois used the inner bark to treat toothache.

Enjoy the Earth around you.

Carpe Diem.

The Day You Are Born and The Day You find out Why

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The two most important days in your life are these two days.

I was watching a piece on the Sunday morning news magazine about a man who studies burrowing owls out west. He made the comment that I used for the title.

Makes one think. I have been thinking about it all day.

I have written many times before that I think my purpose for existing is to take care of Cheryl. I imagine that thought is prevalent in any long marriage relationship. We are partners. These days she needs a little more help than she did a year ago.

Many years ago I was the one who needed a little more help than I needed a year previous.

It is a partnership.

Carpe Diem.

Bittersweet

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THOUGHT FOR TODAY: The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone. -Harriet Beecher Stowe

This TFT came via Anu Arg’s newsletter to me this morning and when I read it two thoughts occurred to me. The first observation is yes but more importantly talk to the people you care most about and listen to them. The second observation is that I have been getting Anu’s newsletter since he started it in college about 1994-ish. Long ago and several email servers back. He and I share a love of words and their meaning both old and new. Today’s word is chirk. An old one that means cheerfulness. (Such a contrast to the TFT)

The Last Day

Today is our last day at the beach in Florida. Is it bittersweet? Tomorrow morning we will return home to our regular daily life (sweet). Am I reluctant to leave this Florida beach (bitter)? No I am not. It was/is however a nice change of pace.

Florida is hot. The humid air sticks to you like Luke Skywalker does to Mark Hamel. Fine white sand is everywhere. Tile floors although easy to maintain feel like a NHL practice rink just before the Zamboni comes out to a parkie unsteady on her feet. Those are a couple of the nuances that did not dissuade us from taking the opportunity to come here with Anna’s family. The experience was sweet. Going home will be sweet as well. No bitterness here.

Cheryl made it through all of the little inconveniences that come with being away from home and slightly off schedule for several days. Her schedule is very different from the rest of us and especially me. I suppose that I should be more cognizant of that but I am not. I am always hopeful that her disease interlaced with dementia will cure itself and we can move on with our life, run around and travel, drink fine wine, keep a schedule, make love again, just simply be. And that makes me forget where she is and where we are. Alas.

Red flag day

There is only sweetness coming when we get home. This vacation adventure with our daughter’s family has been hard on Cheryl but she does not seem to know it. She only knows that I am angry when she is doing something different than I am trying to get her to do. The page I have here about Dementia alludes to a lot of those little daily frustrations that I have observed. I should read it more often. Daily, perhaps?

… talk to the people you care most about and listen to them. Even when they are suffering with dementia and memory loss, she is still in there. Thanks, Anu. I often forget about that. The bitter can overwhelm the sweetness.

Carpe Diem.

Arrival Azure

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Cheryl and I have come to Florida rarely. My brother who was several years older than me chased his job to Florida in the 1970’s. We had been to visit with him and his family three times in all those years. The last time was not even a year before he passed from the Earth.

There are times when I think about Bill. Occasionally I hear his voice when I talk but occasionally I hear my father’s voice also. We came from the same germ so that’s bound to happen. Dad’s intonation and cadence is in our speech.

This place is in the panhandle almost Alabama part of Florida. Driving around today using up time before we could claim our condo for ourselves I noticed how busy this place is. It seems many are packing as many experiences as possible into the week that they have here.

The water seems to be a different color than the Atlantic coast around Myrtle Beach where we took the kids for many years. I could be wrong about that. It has been many years since we have been there. Memories fade over time.

The pine trees in southern Alabama look to be same species as those in South Carolina and Georgia.

Cheryl seems very tired. It is understandable. It has been a long ride for her and me. The view is very different from our veranda. It is certainly not Ohio.

The surf is very loud.

Cheryl seems concerned that she is not attending to some things that need attention. She is unclear about what those things are. I have assured her many times over that I have made sure that nothing will be missed because of this trip.

If she sleeps well tonight it will be great on the morrow.

Carpe Diem.

While Driving and Talking

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Last evening as we drove to our granddaughter’s high school graduation it became apparent to me that although Cheryl knew who I was she did not really know who I am. She started talking about events in the past that we had done or children and grandchildren, sometimes mixing those together. Her discussion might start out as Paul and I did this or Paul and I did that or Paul told me etc. It makes one wonder about the complexity of the human mind.

In one of these conversations, an incredibly lucid one, she said to me that she thought her Parkinson disease was getting worse. (AHA) She went on to say that her memory was very bad at times. I just took a deep breath and let her continue. She explained that she was having a harder and harder time remembering names and relationships (she said “who they belong to”) and that thought bothered her. Throughout the rest of the evening at the graduation ceremony, pictures in the courtyard outside the high school and on the way home, this failure to remember names and relationships was forefront on her mind.

This information is very important to Cheryl. Embarrassment or shyness keeps her from merely asking, “who are you?” I told her that she can always ask me who the other people are and I would tell if I knew. I am not shy. I merely say, I’m sorry I’ve lost your name in my head.

Most times these drive along conversations fall into the category of prattle and I can respond with, ugh-huh or yes that is probably true or I don’t know about that but, yesterday evening it was more serious than that. Last night it affected her sleep as she began to worry about how everyone fits together. She could not find those relationships in her head to her satisfaction. She spent the three hours from eleven PM to two AM speaking to herself in a low voice and fidgeting with her hands. Fidgeting often accompanies her discussions with herself as well as others.

There was a lot of hugging and reassurance that I would always help. She on the other hand is aware of her memories dissipating into the ether and it scares her.

Indeed, her disease is getting worse.

Living in the present is all that is left when one cannot plan ahead nor remember past experiences. Disappointment was rampant in our drive along yesterday. Regan’s graduation ceremony, however, was well orchestrated. She is on to the next thing. (Smartphones take really crappy long photos but here is some from the ceremony.)

Carpe Diem