This weekend is home coming at the small Christian high school we graduated from.
It has been 56 years for me, and several of my old classmates were there. It was good to see them.
One friend asked how I was doing and I replied: "Better than I deserve." In his teasing (he is good at that), he replied: "That would not take much."
And that reminded me of an old joke:
I used to have a inferiority complex, but it turned out it was not a complex.
Meeting old classmates is not always a great joy to me. Most have done better with their lives than i had expected, while I did a less. I am a lot healthier than most of them. Kidney transplant, knees, bypass surgery. I skipped all of those -- so far.
But that is a tentative gift. The gift can be withdrawn at any time.
We stopped at a Discovery Center the other day. This Red Tail Hawk had been wounded and had been rescued by the Center. IT was a chance to see a live bird up very close. The camera was my faithful iPhone. That device continues to amaze me.
Those of us who grew up and love the deserts are a bit put off by too much rain (more than a few hours at a time). This is spring, and all of that green got that way because of a lot of rain.
It is good, but I am glad to be back in the deserts.
Because I forgot how a debit card can work, we arrived home with 16 miles of fuel left in the tank. Had it been a real emergency, I could have gotten cash for more fuel, but after doing the arithmetic it worked out alright.
Miriam is very content as long as she is with me. That is good -- mostly. Lately she has gotten real chatty, lots of times. We stopped at a "Discovery Center" yesterday, and she peppered the man with the raptor birds with all sorts of questions, on the subject and repeats. He was either a bit hard of hearing, or acted that way and ignored many of her questions. Sometimes at night when we go to bed I say to her: "Time for sleep now Miriam, don't talk."
We saw 3 of 4 daughters, 8 grandkids and an assortment of pet dogs and cats.
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.