Remembering How

So, I don’t know quite how to handle the dining thing.  Yesterday, when Jerry came down, he seemed clear and alert.  Remember I was all energized?  Anyway, I was painting in my studio when he came down.  I told him I was finishing up and asked if he wanted my coffee.  He took it and we both went upstairs together.  I was still all excited about our day. “We were going to have a great day, starting with an omelet.” I said.   He came into the kitchen with me and started to say something.  It went away as fast as the words came out of his mouth.  He never could finish his sentence.  I think he thought Jack was coming over.   "It’s a “You and Me” day today", I said.  He seemed a little disappointed. (course, when he’s out with his friends, he can’t wait to get back to me.  Confusing, huh?)

Once the omelets were done, I donned each plate with some whole wheat toast and orange marmalade.  We sat down, then he “disappeared”.  Drat!  With great futility I tried my best to keep conversation going. “Is it good?”  “Beautiful day.”  “Wonder why they are surveying our street.”  No response, just blank stare straight ahead.  I said, “Hello”.  He looked over and looked at me.  Then, he went back to the middle stare.

Determined not to put a damper on the day ahead, I got up and started putting the dishes away.  I came down here and started writing this blog.  After he finished eating, he came in and threw his arms open and said, “Ta! Da!”.  I said, “You’re back!  Yeah!”  Then he came over and touched my back.  Whoa!  That doesn’t happen very often.

Who knows?  Maybe he has to concentrate so hard on getting the fork to his mouth that he can’t even acknowledge that someone else is at the table.  I mean, he WAS trying to eat his egg with a knife until I handed him the fork.  Robert, our saintly companion for over a year, offered this suggestion.  He said that he notices that when Jerry is eating he needs to know that he can take as much time as he needs.  If I get up, Jerry stops.  He figures that it is time to stop.  But, no matter how long it takes, if I stay with him, he'll probably finish his meal.

There are so many things we take for granted.    Like, walking AND going in the right direction.  Like, knowing how to open a car door.  Like, remembering to close a door.  Like, knowing where the flag is when you swing the golf club. Ha!

Most importantly, I see that I get best results with everything if I "walk" beside him.  Like we're connected.  I like that anyway.  Afterall, we've been connected for 38 years.

Gotta go.  He’s waiting.