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We have two cats, Garfield and Elphaba. They were a package deal, brought into our household by our daughter Charissa while Cindy and I were spending a year hiking across the country. When Charissa moved out everyone thought it best … Continue reading
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I have not posted for awhile, in part due to two busy weekends; two different weekends, two different lessons driven home by them. On April 30 we went to a wedding on the Sinclair side of our family tree. Mike … Continue reading
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Two articles this past week disturbed me. The first was an article from the UK reporting on a problem with GPs (general practitioners) resisting providing care for dementia patients. When asked by homes for their services they either insist on … Continue reading
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In order to get Cindy’s socks and shoes on or off I sit next to her on the bed and lift one leg up at a time to rest on my lap. The striking thing about this simple procedure is … Continue reading
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This past week I read an article that touched several nerves. Allegedly, the subject was about tips for caregivers. The first nerve hit was when the writer referenced his “oxygen mask.” That made me wonder if he had been reading … Continue reading
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Garfield awaits for us on the other side of the gate at the top of the stairs. He was there when I first got up to start the coffee; he’s there now that I am bringing Cindy downstairs to start … Continue reading
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We were having a good morning, with both of us in good spirits. Sometimes I have problems with giving Cindy pills, particularly the large fish oil one, but this morning was promising as we both smiled at each other, our … Continue reading
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One moment during breakfast this past week Cindy suddenly broke out in tears. Though I am not sure of what was going through her head, I have enough experience to guess what precipitated her tears, the song from Carole King’s … Continue reading
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People tell me I’m lucky to have Cindy. People tell me Cindy is lucky to have me. People tell me we are lucky to have each other. I appreciate these comments for why they were made and what they really … Continue reading
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On our way to take care of an assisted living task I sometimes resort to silly rhymes to keep Cindy engaged. Through her smiles I can see she is paying attention to me. Most often my rhymes center around “pee,” … Continue reading
