There was a little vintage clothing store in one of the older parts of town. They had wonderful mannequins. Old Mannequins are not unheard of in displays, but most are beat up and are missing body parts, but not these.
Grandpa duty taking a granddaughter back to school in Portland, taking a bed for her that I bought here. Then there is the dining room set that is too nice for my funny little house back in Idaho. I took it to daughter 4's elegant house. It looks right at home there.
After that I tiled a bathroom floor for a friend and spent my birthday (friday) with him and his wife. Their place is not too far from a Vancouver Washington, but it is nestled in the hills in such a way so there is no phone service at all.
So, for my birthday no one could phone me. Daughter sent this scolding sounding email (which came via internet that I could hook into at friend's house): "How dare you be out of phone range on your birthday!"
Don't do that very often, but it can happen.
Friend and wife sang "Happy Birthday" to me at lunch at noon. (Friend's birthday was exactly a week before). I am now 76, which sounded pretty old 15 or 25 years ago. Not sure what it means now. In all it was a quiet day.
Saturday morning I went back to daughters house in Portland, got some brownies and cookies from granddaughter 3 and came on back to our Washington home.
I leave again on Wednesday for a long weekend with my oldest grandson. We are going camping down in the Ruby mountains out of Elko Nevada. Haven't done that before. It was scheduled a couple months ago and will happen.
I'd like to make an annual grandpa and grandsons camp trip, maybe.
Meanwhile, I am a pretty constant care giver for Miriam. I will be with her most of the time, so daughter can get what rest she can before I leave again.
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.