On a marriage forum someone asked about the cars people drive.
As best as I can recall here is our list: 1939 Mercury Sedan (bought without a engine, bought one at wrecking yard for $50) 1945 Harley Davidson 71 1948 Chrysler New Yorker 4 door, when we got married 1947 Plymouth club coupe 1948 Ford 4 door 1951 Lincoln 4 door 1946 Ford Panel 1963 Volkswagen bug 1965 Datsun Station Wagon 1968 Datsun Station Wagon 1953 Chrysler Windsor 4 door 1963 Mercury Comet 4 door 1965 Volkswagen Bug 1971 VW Bus 1974 Pinto 1960 VW bug converted to pickup 1986 Chevrolet LUV pickup 1986 Ford Courier pickup 1961 Chevrolet Sedan Delivery 1970? Mitsubishi station wagon (inherited from my Mother) 1984 Chevrolet Cavalier 4 door 1978 Dodge D50 pickup 1992 Chevy 1500 Work Truck pickup 1992 Chevrolet Cavalier coupe (still have that one) 2003 Dodge 1500 pickup (current “best” rig). I am sure there is another rig or two in there somewhere. Some I bought thinking they would work out and they did not, so I sold them quickly.
I got the report, and looked at the one from a couple of years ago.
Her Cholesterol is up about 12 points from then but still is 237. They would like it to be under 200. Her Triglyicerides are at 160 and they would like it under 150, while her LDL is 60, which is very good, they like it over 39.
As much as anything, the difference in her life is that she does not have Leo the Italian Greyhound to walk, so today we went for a 10 minute walk.
We will do more. I'll watch her diet a bit closer, but that is pretty good as it is.
' This is the motorhome that we will move to Daughter 1's acreage. It will be our home for an undetermined time. It looks great, but it is about the same age as our house (mid 70's) and that is OK. My friend's generosity is amazing.
Last week we visited the Health department in Washington. Today the first follow up call was made. That commits us.
Then a friend send me an email: “I have an idea.” His idea, I found, was that he loan me his motor home. He is not going to use it (it gets about 4 mpg). He offered to take it to daughters house. There is a good place for it.
It was a wonderful gesture. I am humbled.
I told him I would take him up on his offer. We will work out the details. Unfortunately he has his 2nd cancer surgery this week, so we are not sure when all of this will happen.
Right now I am grieving, bit time, and even if it is OK to grieve it hurts just the same. It would be easier if Miriam could admit and come to terms with the disease but she hasn’t. Desperately I wish we could plan this together.
There is no question but we will be a LOT more comfortable in the Newell this winter as compared to the half as large Coachmen. The Newell has a queen bed and seating for 5 or 6. Shucks it even has a Convection Microwave oven and a new water heater!
Governor Mitch Daniels of Indiana has decided not to run for President.
The reasons he gives are what is interesting to me! Like me, he has a wife and 4 daughters. Unlike me, he once divorced his wife, and then later he remarried her, and that played into his decision, the talking heads tell us.
But this is what he actually said: “Our family constitution gives a veto power to the women’s caucus, and there is no override provision.”
He was outvoted! Sounds like something something from my life (and I am not complaining!)
Moving to a new location is somewhat hellatious on a good day.
I remember when we “moved” to Texas. We had a small car and a small trailer and we took what we thought we could not live without and headed out, almost like Abraham: “not knowing where we were going.”
We knew on the map where we were going, but had no idea what the place actually looked like, what the people were like or how we could live on a graduate student stipend.
Now we face another move, only this time the move is seriously opposed by one of us. That makes the whole thing a bit trickier. If you have to do something this upsetting, I guess it is good to have an AD patient to move, maybe.
We will not sell our house in Idaho. Now is not the time to sell a super “regular” place and ours is not quite super and not remotely “regular.”
But there is something so awful about this damned disease. There is so little certainty to so much of it. True, she cannot remember as she did and true she cannot function on the level she did even 6 months ago, but there are moments when I think (or wish to think) that all is well.
That is the job of family, at least our family, to say, clear and forcefully: “Dad, all is not well.” “Start the process.”
The process is complex, at least.
Maybe it will even out at some point, but for now the complexities are banging in my head. The reasons are logical and they are imperative, but they are being drowned by complexities, mostly in my own mind.
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.