Monday, September 18, 2017

Clever Me

On a selfish note, it occurs to me that Jim no longer can appreciate how clever I am. I miss chortling with him.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Forbearance

Here am I back from inability to write; have been busy learning forbearance. It's not that the intermittent days and weeks were dreadful so much as those were days of learning to otherwise cast my feelings in pursuit of forbearance.

Meanwhile, much remains the same. Jim still plays chess, helps me with chores, reads the morning papers (three or four times a day), and escorts me as a gentleman does with his lady. And I am his lady.

We continue to travel. Jim is loving it. Next up: Leaf peeping in Quebec in September; then back to Cabo for my birthday in late October. Thanksgiving with Pat in Delaware (we've been friends since kindergarten).

Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Catching Up

A week in Hawaii with the Brooklyn Team -- wonderful to reconnect with Karl and bliss out with his family. Jim was happy. Loved the beach, ocean, palms ... and room service!

Our Mr. Maggie is happy be home. He's such a good boy.

Once again, I am enduring a series of medical tests trying to figure out if the ticker is dicey. Takes up so much time and some of the tests are uncomfortable.

More travel next month, a week in Cabo at Las Ventanas al Paraiso. Poor Mr. Maggie will again repair to the cat spa. He may not love them but they love him. The resort is a fancy place with a sushi bar. I have had several communications with them indicating I have no intention of going to Mexico to eat sushi. We want ceviche (Mexican sushi?), enchiladas, tacos, grilled fish and beef, chiles relenos, guacamole, more guacamole, grilled shrimp, grilled lobster, oysters, papaya, mango, pineapple, pastilla de tres leches, flan, Mexican hot chocolate, agua fresca, y sangria, ron ponch y margaritas. 

I continue to struggle in the old farts home. The good news is they struggle with me as well. I've tried to explain to them that I am a forerunner of what they have in store when the bulk of the boomers start retiring in droves -- soon. We aren't the, um, old elders. We be the new elders who are difficult to lead around by the nose and we expect to participate actively in our governance. I AM the canary, take note, be forewarned.






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Saturday, June 24, 2017

Escaping the Loony Bin (er, Old Farts Home)


Jim gradually is de-escalating the not-walking-alone stricture but we're not yet out of the woods on that score since it could recur at any moment. I am quite wrought out (wringed out?).

I am at a very low ebb. And we are to fly next Saturday to Maui for a holiday with our godless son and his family. I barely can bestir myself. But, it's Hawaii. Anything I fail to pack we can buy. At least I will be happy to be in tropical, beach environs and I think Jim will be glad once we get there. At this precise moment he is unthrilled.

Saturday, June 17, 2017

Confabulation, anger and me in the middle

I have been instructed by Old-Fart management that Jim is not to walk alone including walking four blocks to the senior center to play chess. I was successful in managing this for three weeks without Jim knowing of this stricture. But, boy howdy, does he know now and he has been raging about it obsessively for two days non-stop. Last night I got him to take two tranquilizers so he would go to bed earlier.

I'm at wits end assuming I ever had any. The degree and frequency of confabulation is remarkable. In another situation it might even be prize-worthy. Samples of his raging talk today.

-- I'm illegal.
-- This book is illegal because I got it at a bookstore I walk to.
-- no one is allowed to walk to the senior center or they will be arrested.
-- [Kathy] ruined chess.
-- Bill Lee ( a chess player) won't play chess with me because I'm illegal.
-- When I signed the contract I did not know I was go into an asylum.
-- I'm not allowed to have books.
-- I'm not allowed to play chess.
-- Bill Lee (chess player) is afraid of me because I'm a criminal.
-- Who knew walking on sidewalks is a crime.
-- I'm a criminal.

And much more. I am quite beside myself but have yet to explode.

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Pro Forma Update

 It's been some time since my last update. We're both still alive and in decent enough shape. I've faltered some but still bear aloft the standard. 

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” 

Thursday, June 1, 2017

Jim's Birthday


Tomorrow Jim is 74. He was 29 when we met, 30 when we married. I was 22 and 23. We both were head over heels and so delicious together, finest kind were we. And, still today, 46 years later, that bond holds fast. La la la. Felicidades my beloved.