Saturday, December 4, 2010

Really old signs are particularly interesting.
This was taken in down town Portland Oregon.
I think it is about Overland cars.


I attended a meeting at the local college.

At one point the college chaplain took the stage and announced that he was going to ask a series of questions.

He further said that the questions would indicate in a very non scientific way how the students were doing.

So, he asked that the room be darkened. Totally dark.

“How many cell phones?” He asked. Maybe a couple thousand people and nearly that many lighted cell phones were held high.

“How many of you had real turkey for Thanksgiving, raise your phone.” Lots of phones.

The questions moved from entertaining and light to serious. “How many of you are struggling here at the college?” Many phones.

And so on.

What amazed me was the universaility of cell phones in that group. The second was the injunity of the whole project.

Voting by phone. Not a phone call, but a phone light.

Who would have thought.

Friday, December 3, 2010

OK I stole the image.
It is the answer to "Why do you write?"


We went to visit Miriam's sister.

She is 7 or 8 years younger, but AD is taking a toll. Of course she won't admit any problem.

If her husband was well and healthy it would all be more or less alright, but he is not.

First of all he is ten years older than she. That is not bad and has not been bad, but his lifestyle is catching up with him.

A year ago he had multiple bypass surgery. We saw them last Thanksgiving time. He looked bad.

This year he looked worse, far worse.

He is lined up for a host of health issues, many fatal I fear.

She has one semi detached son, he has a daughter and son (twins).

What would happen to her if he died? Does he have the legals in order? Is there a will?

Questions keep coming to me.

These are good people and I am very fond of them, but I fear they are denying way too much.

And that leaves me wondering what to do next.

Monday, November 29, 2010

A view out Lia's front windows.
I always wondered what it would be like to live in a city.
After a weekend staying on the 5th floor, taking the trolly and walking, I think it would be fun.
But, the cities are so full of temptations.
Temptations to spend money!

is there life after AD?

One of my daughters asked me about my “plans.”

She meant for my plans after AD. This subject is talked about a fair amount in the various AD on line forums. The question is usually asked a bit different: “Is there life for the caretaker after AD?”

So, I have to say that there are thoughts that run though my head. Some of those thoughts are about unworkable solutions, some have enough merit to be thought about later.

But, realistically, my plans are to take care of Miriam as long as I possibly can, and after that there is this huge grey fog of bantering ideas.

When do ideas need to become plans? Maybe not for a bit yet.

I am not sure.

Sunday, November 28, 2010

We all have a lease.
We do not know the terms, the costs or the expiration date,
but we have one.

Ron and Miriam

We spent much of yesterday with our old friends Ron and Roz.

Ron has AD and has always been pretty much on the same level as Miriam, but this time i noticed a huge difference, and it was not with Ron.

Later Dea wrote me to say that her observation was that Mom had deteriorated more during the last year than at any year so far.

It is one of those things where those closest cannot see.

There was a great write up in the Oregonian about AD. It might even have been an advertisement from the Alzheimer's Association, but it portrays Ron and Roz in a kind way.

One thing we have done is to create a new hair style for Miriam. She has worn her hair quite long since we met 59 years ago. This time we pull the side hair back and hold it with a barrette. It looks good and I can do that for her once we are home again.

Tomorrow we go north a hundred miles to visit Miriam's youngest sister who has developed her own case of AD, I am afraid. Their family (9 in all) have or had 2 Parkinson's and 2 dementia/Alzheimer's.