Good Day

Strange New World

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It is a strange new experience for me this new existence without Cheryl. In order to fill a large part of the time void I have been riding my new bike around for exercise, but mostly, I am exploring bike paths that I have not ridden on before. Occasionally I ride on streets nearby but car drivers generally scare me. I am an old man and I have first hand experience with falling down. I imagine being knocked down by a car would be significantly worse.

I am sitting here in my living area next to Cheryl’s empty chair. between that chair and mine is an end table. It is one of a pair I built many years ago as an off the wall furniture building project I created for myself. There is no special significance to any of that except that one evening last summer Cheryl began to scratch off the coating of varnish that I had finished them with. Over a period of several days she picked at a nick on the edge of the table until she had exposed a flaw in the finish. She worked on that flaw until she had scratched an oval area about the size of a soup spoon. I may have been upset at the time but I distinctly remember thinking to myself, I can refinish the table later sometime.

I think I shall never do any refinishing on the table. It is such a strong image that I get when I look at this little marred spot. She was so very determined. Her only tool was her thumbnail.

As I ride my bike around I think of things like this. How memories can be remembered by an insignificant prompt like a scratch on a piece of furniture. Scratches give furniture life.

Yesterday I teased my neighbor to ride with me. He had expressed an interest before. Occasionally he tells me about seeing a used bike for sale somewhere. I bought a new bicycle and as a result have a spare. He told me he has not ridden a bike since grad school.

It was a good day to ride. It was relatively cool. It was mostly overcast. He could not find his helmet in the garage clutter. I told him we were going to a park and it was mostly flat. As long as he did not fall off, he would not need a helmet. It was my own little joke. Besides I continued, aim for the weeds if you are going to fall over.

We started by riding around the park loop which is a bit shy of two miles. I took him over to a connector that joined this loop to the nearby airport loop. I stopped at the bottom of a long gentle grade and asked if he wanted to continue. He said yes and off I went. At the top of the grade I stopped near a bench to drink some water and watch the airplanes for a bit. A little out of breath, he remarked that the grade was longer than he expected. I laughed and told him the reward for going up was coming back down. We continued on for a couple more miles of flatness and at another bench stopped and watched the planes some more.

We turned around and headed back to the car. When we got there he remarked that he had forgotten that he had hand brakes. His old bike had a coaster brake. It reminded me of another story.

Many years ago Cheryl and took a Road Scholar tour to Mackinac Island in northern Michigan. One afternoon that we had to ourselves we rented bicycles to ride around the island. I tried to get her on a tandem bike with me but she was not having it. We rented a couple of bikes that looked like old Schwinn bikes. Both had coaster brakes. I had not ridden a coaster brake bike since I was about ten years old. I was fine until we stopped at an ice cream place on the island to get a snack. I had a mild panic stop by dragging my feet. Cheryl however made a smooth controlled stop because the only kind of bike she had was one with a coaster brake.

Old furniture and conversation and bike riding remind me of life stories with Cheryl. I hope that it will always be that way.

It was a good day. We only rode for eight miles which is coincidentally the approximate distance around Mackinac Island. When I asked him today how his legs felt he replied fine, but I can still feel the bicycle seat. He used to come with Cheryl and me to pizza Tuesday. He is a good friend.

Yesterday, I left him hunting for his helmet in the organized clutter of his garage as I left to visit with my son. Perhaps when the bicycle seat impression fluffs back out and if he finds his helmet he will come again.

Carpe Diem.

A Budding Scientist

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One of the hidden benefits of my sister-in-law’s retirement from her lifelong private babysitting business is the fact that Zane her grandson often comes to help his mom spruce up my condo. Zane came yesterday and brought his rock collection. He is so proud of it.

I have many magnification devices and he had none, so, I gave him one of mine so that he could further explore his collection and expand his knowledge of his world. I also gave him a special Rubbermaid rock case to house his collection. He seemed satisfied with both

I snapped a few photos of the future STEM student. I am hoping that Zane will come to help his mom often. And I hope he will keep up his interest in geology.

It is unlikely that his interest in rocks will last throughout his lifetime but it might. Maybe many years from now when I am gone he will remember the good time he had yesterday examining his collect with the special magnifying glass Uncle Paul gave him.

He has such a great smile.

Carpe Diem.

After the Eclipse

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Scott figured out the exposure controls on his phone and took this picture. All I got was a blob of white light. The corona is still quite bright and phones have poor optics.

Leading up to and leading away from the time of totality, the light takes on an odd quality. In much the same fashion as just after a fierce rain storm, a thunderstorm, the light is oddly yellowish. It is dimmer of course but it is diminished and yellowish.

After the eclipse, young people’s conversation was about other things in their lives. My thoughts were about what I had just witnessed. I think I was a little awestruck and underneath the complete shadow, I felt a little sad. The sadness passed quickly as the awe took over.

After the eclipse shadow passed over us the newly blooming tulips where opening back up. The plants had closed their eyes for the night when the moon blocked out the sun.

Sunlight was dim but getting brighter. Little half moons appeared where the sunlight filtered through the bushes nearby.

Mostly though my thoughts went to Cheryl. Cheryl was fascinated with astrological phenomena. I was saddened that I could not enjoy the spectacle with her. I spent some time thinking of her reaction and discussing what we saw. We talked at length about how magnificent the corona appeared once the moon completely shut off the rays of the sun. She noted that she felt chilly when the shadow of the moon was directly overhead. (I am glad she did not need me to get her jacket from the car.) I told her that I noticed that the wind had kicked up somewhat . I supposed because the air was cooler. Many but not all of the birds stopped chattering to each other. I asked her if she had noticed the eerie sunset like quality to the horizon in all directions. This was unexpected for me.

Perhaps this is a way to mentally deal with grief, just simply talk to her. Later when I go to find the northern lights she can see them with me.

Carpe Diem.

The End of March Beginning of Spring

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This is my favorite time of the year. These days in Ohio the white trees are blooming. Most of them look pretty. They seem a week or so early this year because we had a mild winter here in southern Ohio. Nevertheless, most of these trees are decorative Bradford pear trees and the surrounding countryside has an odd decaying carcass smell.

Later the redbuds will bloom. The daffodils and forsythia have been blooming solid for a week.

Maybe I will buy a bag of birdseed.

Carpe Diem.

Lately I’ve Been Thinking

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I did a stupid thing (my word) and injured my neck. After a couple MRIs and a couple of days in hospital and two neurosurgeons consulting with each other the eventual result is wear this necklace (dog collar) for eight weeks and all will be well.

I have found that I am getting used to it. I can remove it to shave and as long as I keep that up, it is not terribly uncomfortable. But that is not what I intended to write about here.

Few people are satisfied with “I fell” as an explanation for my wearing this device. Most will not hesitate to get more details. Those are all people who know me and know Cheryl’s situation. I must have a group of good friends who are concerned with our well being. I am grateful for that concern. It is also something for which I have not learned to be thankful and say thanks often for the kindness and help. I have an explanation of course, my head is generally somewhere else these days but that does not excuse me from being thankful for the extra hands and help.

So, thanks to everyone in my life who has helped me the past few days. You know who you are. Thanks to others who did not need a full explanation of how I fell on my face. It is an embarrassment to me no matter how many times others tell me that things happen. It morphed into some of us old guys telling stories about how we screwed up and luckily did not kill ourselves in the process. – You think that was dumb, wait until you hear this one I did. – A good discussion was had by all.

Today Cheryl was very active and animated. A friend from church and my cousin-in-law came to visit her and then while we were chatting the music guy showed up to get the residents to sing along and drum with the music. It lifted my spirits for a bit.

Carpe Diem.

Sunday Awake Day

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My cheesy grin

Today is Sunday. When I was here earlier Cheryl was dozing. She had taken her meds earlier and ate a little breakfast. Often when I come over on Sunday afternoon she is alert and  active and talking to someone else who is invisible to me. This day is no exception.

She let me sit with her and hold her hands for a few minutes. Now she has rediscovered a knitted fidget that has beads, a pocket, a loop and buttons. Cheryl discovered this shortly after she moved to Bridgeway Pointe and it seems to keep her interest for long periods. She is struggling with the loop to hook it over the bead and button.

The loop is the most fascinating thing. She loves to loop it around her fingers.

I take every opportunity to hold her hand.

Carpe hand holding Diem.

A Letter

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Dear Cheryl,
Today I got up a little before 7AM. I had coffee, some toast and an orange while working through the Wordle and the Nerdle. I found a reference to Nerdle in an article in the WSJ. You get six chances to solve a math equation. (Something like: 12+35=47) It is my new challenge for the morning coffee experience.
I looked at the list for the day. I had purposely left my journal open to that “Each Day” list I told you about last evening after I watered all the plants. Our finances are okay for now. And some robocaller keeps calling my cellphone from a 651 area code. I did not answer. I also stopped some Amazon subscriptions that I had forgotten to stop when you moved to Bridgeway. I now have enough coffee to last until May, I think. Maybe June.
It is hard to remember to do something(s) when you consume so much of my thought process. I make various attempts to distract myself with other fun things. When I do that I often forget to do other chores that actually need doing.
Also this morning I got out some great northern beans to soak. I am going to make bean soup tonight or early tomorrow. I spent some time looking at various bean soup recipes on the world wide web but ultimately I will probably create my own. I know that you never cared for bean soup because you you were worried about farting. Now that you are there and I am here, I do not concern myself with that dilemma. And I probably will not worry over a specific recipe. Maybe just; the french trinity, a little olive oil, some garlic, the beans and some chicken broth. Season to taste with basil and other spices like cumin for that old sneaker background flavor. I know you are not going to eat any so I can suit my palate.
Some of this I am writing while Michael the hospice case nurse is examining the sore on your bottom and dressing it for you. The aides noted it on your chart info. And Mike is addressing it. If you wonder what he did, he rubbed an antibiotic ointment on the area and put the biggest band-aid on it I have ever seen. I looks like the sores that you rubbed on your butt while sitting on the toilet at home before I got the terry seat covers from Amazon. This sore is right at the end of your tail bone. If you could eat a little more, perhaps you would get more padding there and your tail bone would not be trying to wear through.
I went over to the small cafe that is in the Drake Center for lunch when it looked as though the staff was getting all of you ready for your lunch. I noticed that in the past if I sat with you for lunch or dinner that I would become anxious if you did not eat well. I would try to help my anxiety be helping you to eat and we might even fight if I anxiously awaited putting the next bite of food into your mouth. It was aggravating for you as you worried about disappointing me. It was aggravating to me because I realized that I had removed your last bit of independence. It is better that I feed myself somewhere else without annoying you.
Lunch was good. Something called a chicken club sandwich and some chunky steak fries to go with it. I also got a piece of pineapple upside down cake. I took that home with me for later. My eyes were bigger than my stomach. (I am eating it now while I write this letter to you.)
I paid cash for $9.67 lunch with a $20 bill and marveled as the attendant got out her iPhone to calculate what she owed me for change. I reminisced about teaching rudimentary math and GED topic areas at Southwestern College downtown. The same question popped into my head that popped at least once during every class I taught after the first one there – Why is this so easy for me and hard for other people? And then two things dawned on me – there is no CASH button for her to input how much money I gave to her; there are no numbers on her screen at all, she merely inputs what she sees in front of her (just like McDonald’s). I could tell her the answer but to me, that seemed both impolite and pedantic, so I waited politely.
Afterward we sat together for awhile when we were both finished with our lunches this afternoon. I really enjoyed that. Just sitting and holding hands reminds me of when we were much younger. Do you remember sitting in the March sunshine and holding hands in the woods when the Boy Scouts showed up in that park in Kentucky? That is a great memory of mine.
Know that I love you and I miss you here at home. I wish our situation was different but I also know that you are getting excellent care at BP.
Your loving husband,
Paul

In a Facebook group someone suggested that I write a letter to Cheryl each day. It could be cathartic, she said. Writing and journaling is cathartic. Writing a letter can and does channel ones thoughts. I am writing to her about my day as though she is far away and I want her to be here in my part of the world.

Carpe Diem

A New Day, New Responsibilities

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My son’s life got jammed up today. He asked me if I could be at his house when the smallest grand son, Zachary, got off the bus in the afternoon. I said sure I can do that for you.

Four weeks ago that would not have been my answer. A couple of days ago it was yes.

Life changed when Cheryl moved into Bridgeway Pointe. She adjusted pretty quickly. I think that it is taking me longer. She slept late today. Today I have babysitting duty.

And as luck would have it, I was not needed for duty.

Haiku: Too bad, how sad, Dad. | Zachary okay today. | No need for grand Dad.

Carpe Diem.

I Suppose it is True

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One cannot be certain where the day is going when the person you care about most is dealing with Parkinson, memory loss and rapidly developing dementia. I have not spent much time away from Cheryl in my mind lately but Edie’s words made me think.

NEVER REGRET A DAY IN YOUR LIFE: GOOD DAYS GIVE HAPPINESS, BAD DAYS GIVE EXPERIENCE, WORST DAYS GIVE LESSONS, AND BEST DAYS GIVE MEMORIES.

— from Edie Kynard (a friend on Facebook)

The past few days are oddly jumbled up in my head. Yesterday we continued to track down Cheryl’s cousins-that-she-has-not-seen-for-awhile and had lunch. We picked up Lois and in keeping with our plan went to eat in a restaurant we had not been to before. Wild Mike’s it was called. Sort of a cross between a diner and a sports bar. In Cincinnati how you tell that is the place sells boneless chicken wings, real chicken wings, hoagies and hamburgers. It was a good time and we stopped in with Lois for an hour or so and Cheryl went through her family reunion book with Lois.

This afternoon two of Cheryl’s friends came to visit for awhile. I went to the barber for a much needed tune-up. I enjoyed the camaraderie of the barber shop that I have been going to for 50 years or so.

In the evening I made dinner in the oven as rain was predicted and I did not want to grill out in the wet. We ate on the back patio waiting for the rain that never did come. Cheryl pronounced it good and ate most of it. We did not argue. We enjoyed a random conversation about plants and rocks and things in the woodsy area behind our condo. She told me about some kids in the trees that I could not see. I asked her what they were doing. Just hanging there she said.

And today, although it was not best, is a good memory. Tomorrow she said as I helped her to bed – I want to put up the Christmas tree.

Carpe Diem

Baseball Hotdogs and Humidity

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Tonight it is the Blue Wahoos of Pensacola versus the Biscuits of Montgomery Alabama. Pensacola has a minor league baseball team and both Max and Eric are huge baseball fans so we thought it would be fun to go. Tickets were found and we are off. A trip to the pro shop netted a really fine Florida baseball hat.

Real Florida

The team colors are navy and gray. The Biscuits have almost the same colors which makes it a bit confusing from the stands.

Whoopadiddee

It was a great time although Cheryl ran out of gas at the bottom of the seventh inning with the score tied 3 all.

Carpe Diem.