Sisssinghurst England, Fall 1997
One of the things I discovered when I retired ten years ago was how quickly what I thought I remembered evaporated. Let’s put it this way, I hope I archived it somewhere in my overloaded brain, but I can’t be sure.
Like my blog friend Al, I have had ancestors (now deceased) who suffered from dementia of one kind or another. I don’t know that it was Alzheimer’s but like my maternal grandmother, they ended their lives ‘incarcerated.’
David says my brain is fine, but because I have had my suspicions about him, I don’t find that comforting. Lately, he finally invested in a good hearing aid, and things have improved a bit. I now attribute his attention deficit to willfulness and not chance. David has also been reading more which I suggested to him would help (he’s no reader). I found him reading material about birds yesterday, a fact that both pleases and amuses me.
He faces knee replacement surgery in September and it won’t be an easy surgery because of his heart. “Do you realize I will be 86,” he says.
Reluctantly his orthopedist agreed to start the process. I am handling the logistics of scheduling the various appointments with our primary care physician, the lab work, etc., and a reminder to ride the exercise bike 10 minutes, to strengthen his leg and heart muscles. Among the other things we’re doing…building up his muscles and bones by improving his diet. Lately, he’s been drinking more milk, OJ and fruits and vegetables….much better than taking pills for your vitamins C and D.
Because of fears for myself, I push both of us to stay mentally active, which means reading, reading. reading…often somewhat complex books in my case. I also play the odd game like Solitaire, which satisfies the analytical part of my brain. David tried to teach me Chess, but I couldn’t get interested.
Lately, I’ve been reading books written by science writers, archaeologists and geneticists that discuss the race and ethnicity of the human population. Because I worked in the race and ethnicity statistics area at the Census Bureau, these books build on my extant knowledge, reminding me of things I learned over the years.
Daughter Connie and several granddaughters visited yesterday and we had a stimulating conversation about the Confederate battle flag. They report that neighbors (they all live in different parts of southern Virginia) have gone wild… flying battle flags where none flew before. We all agreed that the flag should not be flown in public spaces funded by tax payer dollars, but of course under freedom of speech they can fly the flag from their pick-up trucks or wherever. I hope the press drops the subject, because the least said, the better at this point.