This was once the community center of a small town. The hotel lady smiled as she remembered the good times in this building. But the wiring was ancient and not good and some years ago the whole thing caught on fire and what would burn did. Not is is picturesque, but not too useful.
We are full time RV livers. Not perfect by a yard or two, but what has to be done.
Like all reality it takes a bit for it all to sink in, to really be part of our thinking.
This is a fairly permanent arrangement. That is not really bad, but it does kick in a few clinkers.
What am I going to do all day? Ahh, a friend from Boise State University offered me a job (I'll likely decline) and maybe some studio space (not sure I could decline that one!).
I remember being on a 14 foot square lookout tower on top of mountain in Montana. I was 18, just graduated from high school, but I quickly concluded that if I did not plan my day a bit, and keep myself busy, I would swallowed alive. A fellow lookout that summer spent his day watching the clock. He was relieved before he went insane.
Gardening is enjoying tome, as a part time occupation. I would never be able to work at it all day every day and maintain sanity, I think
We go back to Idaho next week, so at least part of the agenda is to know what to bring back with us.
Me: "I want to get some chickens soon." I was watching the neighbor's three chickens through the fence. We were sitting in our daughter's back yard in Washington State.
She: "Are we going to move here?"
Me. "We already did."
This is monumental, and good.
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We had a wonderful weekend with family.
When family works well, there is nothing even close as wonderful.
For reasons far to complex for me to understand, ours functions.
Good food. Hmm.
Last evening, the last big meal together, we had a barbecue. We have vegans, vegetarians, omnivores, gluten free and we all ate well. That is a tribute to my fab daughters who work together so well.
Nurse daughter lives just 38 miles away, and went home last night. Today one daughter drive to Portland another flies to San Francisco. That daughter will leave her two teen age sons. We will enjoy them as grandpa "works them half to death." For some reason no one is worried!
No one is terribly taken up with grandpa's bluster, we will have a great time.
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.