extra innings

Three score and ten, the Big Book says.

But we might make it to four score it says in Psalm 90.

Once you pass that magic number, I guess it is extra innings.

Then if there is Alzheimer's in the mix all those numbers mean little.

I did a fair job of keeping up with my garden this summer, then it got ahead of me, during the hot days. I apologized to my neighbor who has a perfect landscape. “Dave that just goes to show that you had more important things to do.”

Each day is special during this time.

Our doctor and I decide to try Miriam on a new anti depressant. There might be fewer side affects. But to Miriam it is a vast conspiracy and no amount of explaining gets the point across permanently. We finally came to an agreement.

That, of course, meant that I stretch the truth a bit. I tell her the med is for blood pressure, and my kids agree saying it is dad’s blood pressure medicine that mom takes.

We discovered a year or so ago that if we could give her a mild anti depressant she was a mile easier to get along with, which does help my blood pressure a lot. The joy of extra innings.

We have been on this Alzheimer's plot for 9 years now and she does pretty well. Love those extra innings.

But today is good, my task is to make it wonderful.