Jambalaya and Stuff

Rather than stocking up my pantry and fridge, I cleaned them out a bit. Here’s what we had for lunch. It was yummy!! 1 box Zataran’s Jambalaya1 box uncle Ben’s wild rice1 lb browned ground beef1 lb smoked sausage2 zucchini cut in small cubes and sautéed4 stalks celery chopped1 bunch green onions chopped1 can tomato…

Getting Her Hair Washed

I came home from a trip two days ago and it was clear E’s hair had not been washed in at least two weeks. When I asked E about going to a salon to get it washed, she replied, “I don’t give a sh** about my hair!” Well then! I quickly dropped that topic!

Here is what I did to deal with the situation.

It’s What Adults Do

I failed as a parent of an adult the other night. My adult kid (who lives in another state) called me very late that night. Things had gone badly for them that day. They needed me to listen. I did…for a while. Then I mentioned a couple of things they had done wrong and offered…

Instructions Not Needed

I was talking with my daughter and remembering how I handled a trip with E a while ago. It involved a hotel stay…. We had arrived in our hotel after a long day of packing up her room for the move to her new home and then driving 6 hours. Check in had taken a…

Be Present

“Be present.” “Be in the moment.” We’ve heard these phrases. As in “learn to be present with those around you instead of on your device” and “be in the moment without regrets of yesterday or fear of tomorrow.” Dealing with a person who has dementia has made this so clear to me! Be present! Enjoy…

Priceless

I had a wonderful day with E! After fighting for a year to get family to let her live near me, she moved here in July. The transfer was hard at first. New apartment, new town, new staff, new friends, new routine. Then she broke her arm. The move is what she wanted, but it…

Our Seventh Thanksgiving

Our seventh Thanksgiving without Andrew. I miss him. I still have days when the grief takes my breath away. But those days are rare and far between. The missing is more of a dull ache than searing pain. His name is mentioned. His siblings remember. His friends remember. We remember. But even if no one…