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Can I save anything?


The challenge: A story in 100 words or so, given by Rochelle Wisoff Fields.

The prompt from Roger Bultot.

And my story:

There it was! Tears filled Jolie’s eyes as her heart broke.

Everything! Everything sitting on the sidewalk!, Tina’s highchair, the beds, (such as they were), boxes of food and Tina’s toys, bags of clothes.

In the distance the rumble of heavy equipment and falling debris as demolition began.

If only Darrin was here! He might save some of it!

No one cares about the squatters.

Fog


On an early morning recently, we were out and about at 7:30.

The weatherman had stated that in the direction we had to go there was ‘spotty fog’ and in some places, ‘visibility of 1/10 mile.

Yes, we drove in and out of pockets of fog, sometimes dense, sometimes thin and just a mist and then into clear sunlit space.

Why does she carry on so, you may be askin? Because I found in this fog a similarity to what is going on in my husband’s brain.

The moments of total clarity. ‘We are going to do this.’ ‘ Today is Wednesday’.

The questions that repeat multiple times a day. ‘Where is my (fill in blank)?’ ‘When is our next appointment?’ ‘Did the kids check in yet?’ All of these only to be asked again in 10 minutes.

The fear and frustration when something is totally hidden in the fog. At a restaurant, not being able to find the restroom or return to the table. Unfamiliar places are hard to navigate. Thankfully the staff graciously helped out.

Yes, dementia is a fog. But it will eventually be so heavy and thick the sun may not come through at all.

It’s 2020, what did I expect?


I gotta be really honest. I downsized, and got rid of a lot of things I thought I did not need.

Advancing arthritis and dealing with Hubby’s medical issues, gave me pause in my crafting and quilting. So, by the end 2019 I had gotten rid of most of my crochet and knitting supplies and all the sewing machines except the Singer treadle.

Then I found a new rheumatologist and with new treatment, I can do things I was unable to do in the past few years.

So, at yesterday’s auction, tired of having to do small sewing jobs ‘on my fingers’, I bought a sewing machine. A near new Singer table model. Easier to set up than Aida and with some requests for sewing tutalage, a good $17.00 investment

Yes, It’s 2020 and things are not the same!

Just having two or three for meals, I had really cut down on canning, except a few jars of pickles, tomatoes and the usual jars of jelly and jam.

I had gotten rid of a lot of canning supplies, and this year?

Well, it’s 2020 and I was in need… approximately 6 dozen jars, from 1/2 pint to quart, many with rings and several boxes of flats seemed to feel the need to make a new home on Sunrise Ridge. An absolute bargain!

My true prize for the day, a jadite tea cup, one like my great-grandmother used. Yes, it’s 2020 and I have been looking for this for over 40 years!

Hubby said, “I think you got the better deals”

Third time out Friday Fictioneers


Each week, Rochelle Wisoff Fields gives us a photo prompt, this week it is her own photo, and a challenge to write a story in 100 words or less.

For more information, or to join the party: https://rochellewisoff.com/

Kelly took a deep breath, shifted into reverse, carefully turned the wheel and ever so slowly, backed up.

Almost there, pull forward, , back again, tiny adjustments, nudging the vehicle. Parallel parking! The greatest challenge!

Finally, triumphant, Kelly turned the key, killing the engine.

The intructor shook his head. “Perfect, except you are still about 4 feet from the curb. I have to fail you”.

Tears filled Kelly’s eyes, would she ever get that license?

The Spider and the Flag


This morning, as dawn’s early light was climbing Sunrise Ridge, I took myself and my coffee to the porch. Meditation time, away from the distractions inside.

Today, Old Glory was twisted into an odd configuration, especially since there was no breeze.

Closer inspection showed a spider had woven the flag into its web during the night.

I left it alone, some spiders can carry a nasty bite, until better light prevailed.

After ‘good daylight’, I went out again, the web seemed deserted. I flipped the flag attempting to pull it away from the sticky strands.

A large spider, with gray and yellow stripes sped up the web to the rafters!

As the flag opened, I knew it was a lady, for there in the folds was her egg sac.

Have I been visited by some of the famed Charlotte’s descendants? Am I responsible for the next generation of spiders?

Wonders never cease


This morning, we did not have the usual hassles over blood sugar testing, oxygen sats and blood pressure.

Even more surprising to me was the request, after the oxygen sat reading, to set up his supplemental oxygen.

Withing minutes of this and the use of the oft complained (“This doesn’t help”) inhalers, the oxygen sats were up well above the 87% he started this morning with.

I will rejoice and be glad! How long will it last? Maybe, but I’m thankful for now.


Friday has rolled around, the Fictioneers under the auspices of Rochelle Wisoff Fields and wth photo prompt provided by C.E.Ayr compete to present a story, beginning, middle and end in 100 words or less.

A quick search of history provided this information, Sep 1 Future Baseball Hall of Fame 1st baseman Lou Gehrig hits his 3rd grand slam in 4 days & 6th homer in consecutive games in NY Yankees’ 5-1 win v Boston Red Sox

And here we go: September 2, 1931

The door knob! The pain! Ranger shook his head, trying to clear the cobwebs.

“What the?” Nothing was right. The derelict house was new painted, the lawn mowed, fence intact. He shook his head again.

Looking toward Main Street, it wasn’t HIS Main Street. “Where am I?”

“I’ve seen cars like that. Ah, Grans living room!”

He saw a boy race by, carrying a newsbag filled with papers.

“Hey Jock, you’re late! Lou Gehrig hit another grandslam. Can you believe it?”

And Ranger remembered. He lived here, so long ago.

He grabbed his glove and ran.

Hey, Marshal Dillon


Much of Hubby’s TV time is spent watching episodes of Gunsmoke. Sometimes several hours a day. Once in a while he gets obsessed with some other program on Netflix or one of the other ‘re-run channels’, but after a while it’s back to Marshall Dillon and the denizens of Dodge.

He does not often remember that the same show was on a week ago, or they have been on so many times, I can recognize many from just a few minutes of dialog. Mostly, they are ‘new’ to him.

I think perhaps, since Gunsmoke was a weekly event years ago, that these repeating episodes may be a comfort to him. Something that feels ‘normal’.

That’s pretty important, I know there are many times that things do not feel normal or comfortable. I see it in his face, in his actions.

Today, we were blessed with a visit from our newest married grandson and his wife and baby and another grandson. Hubby played a bit with the baby and directed the boys to do some yard cleanup.

You hang on to the good things, and do the best you can with the others.


It’s Monday, and already a long day in the world of a caregiver and my caregivee.

We started out this morning with a discussion of ‘why do we need to do this?” Blood sugar, Blood pressure and Oxygen saturation which is daily sent to the VA.

My answer, “Because they need to keep track”, did not seem to satisfy. Neertheless, we did the things and the data was sent.

Last week, Hubby saw the pulmonary folks, I’ve been mentioning to anyone who’d listen that his oxygen numbers were less than the desird 93%.

Even though he’s on oxygen at night, and using two different broncodilators, his morning reading is often in the 85-90 range.

After a pulmonary function test, where his numbers dropped to 80 and the tech had to put oxygen on him to get it back up to 90. it was decided he needed supplemental oxygen when he is ‘short of breath’ during the day.

The oxygen man has been here, portable tanks are in place and we have both had a lesson in the proper operation. The man couldn’t have been back to the highway before I was asked if this is going to do any good.

Honestly, I do not know. I do know that getting better oxygen may help some of the muscle pain when you walk, and it may help your brain work better too.

So for now, we will be monitoring this more closely, watching for breathing difficulties and adding a few more requests to the prayer list.

Yes, he napped in front of the TV, but he got dressed. Count the blessings and be thankful every day.

Yes, we can!


September brings another virtual Alzheimer’s fund raising walk, this one in San DIego County CA. Or anywhere else you might happen to be, from Maine to Mexico.

We have a better team and some extra time to plan. I ask that you consiedr joining the team, or donating if you can.

If you read yesterday’s blog, you understand why I am walking.

Today, I reminded Hubby he needed to change clothes, (he’s worn those pajamas since Thursday). He got out a clean shirt and a pair of camo pants, his usual dressed at home attire. He had to take 3 tries to manage to get his suspenders fixed on the pants.

Seeing the look of bewilderment on his face as he struggled to get it right was hard. The question I am faced with, do I help or advise, or let him be?

Often, if I intrude on his efforts, it triggers anger. Frustration is his constant companion, whether it is dressing, remembering a person, taking his meds, an endless list.

I try to remain quiet, letting him struggle, eventually he gets it right.

THis is a step in his walk, and I hope they find a cure or at least better treatments before he walks into the depths of this disease.

Here is the link to ‘Our Team’, thanks for reading.