Sunday, August 19, 2018
I started a project, just for the fun of it and some exercise (and maybe a little therapy). We bought this property a long time ago. I met the neighbor Joe Bishop. A great guy and even older than I. We talked every once in a while. He had some overgrown lots bordering me. Every once in a while I would ask if he was ready to sell?
“Not yet Jack, it’s not ripe yet.” Then he would smile. Joe was a very quiet guy. The land is still over grown and Joe left the building before it got ripe. Now, Daphne, his wife has followed him and their car sits under a great oak gathering leaves, mold, small limbs and your everyday dirt. I have never met their children, and I do not see any action at their house. It has been months and the place looks sad and unkempt.
I thought about Joe a lot as I busy myself clearing a walking trail around our acre. The rock wall is on that border between us and Joe. He could've probably filled me in on the wall history. Dementia visited Joe and stayed. You ponder a lot when you are just cutting and pulling vines.
At this time in life, after losing Shirley, I start pondering about my end. I forget a lot and I ask myself, as I ponder, will my end be dementia?
Yeah I know! I will be sweet and bright until the end, thanks! LOL BUT in all honesty I know none of us know the end. I also know we all forget and also lose stuff, always have. It just seems to be more of it with age.
Son Mark thinks I am losing it, adopting these cats. He knows I am a dog type of guy. But since Blackie didn’t go to Paula’s to drop these ‘puppies’ (that is what I call them), Imma feed them. Blackie will let me pet her now.
Forgive me, I am not down in the dumps, I am just pondering.
I finished this post earlier. So this is an update on my ‘condition.’ Sherry sent me to the store with a small list. I was proud of myself, without her with me I finished the list. I loaded everything on the conveyor belt. The cashier scanned two items when I said, ”Stop, can you back those out?” I realized I did not have my wallet. I reloaded the buggy and it was held in customer service.
A new girl was working when I returned. I said, “I am here to pay for dad’s groceries, he has dementia and forgot his wallet.” She smiled and rolled out my buggy.
I continued, “You have to watch these old people, no telling what they will do.” She probably didn’t need to hear that, she knew it. LOL