I may not have a great memory, but I still can....uhmmmm....well...I still... uh..darn...........
i can't remember what I can still do.
I'll get back
to you on that.
😁
I was recently diagnosed with dementia/early Alzheimer's. The one positive thing that has come of this diagnosis is that my life is slowing down. I won't be running here and there. I am planning to keep life very simple. I want to enjoy all that I can, including the arrival of my first grandchild - a beautiful girl. Till then, I will write about my experiences and take the time to read, think, drink hot chocolate and crochet. I have a great gift....permission to slow down.
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Friday, April 18, 2014
Catching up
Much has been happening in my life. My husband and I moved from Washington state to South Carolina. There was so much work... we did it ourselves, with some help from our dear friends- thanks so much to you all. It is an exhausting job and I took some recovery time to feel myself again.
Moving to a new place isn't easy... things are not familiar, and your stuff is in boxes where you can't find them. At best, moving is a great big headache, but for me it was close to a nightmare. I don't know where my things are. Nothing is familiar. I am anxious to open boxes and find my stuff, but I can't get to it yet. I feel lost right now, as far as having my familiar things. I want to get to my Scrapbooking and pictures. I want to make sure that my life story is done. I want to feel productive.
So I find stuff to do for the meantime. I have organized my purse, watched some shows on Netflix, exercised, started reading Three Musketeers, and spent time with my grandbaby, my husband, my son and my daughter in law (who is a marvelous mom) and dream about setting up my scrapbooking station somewhere. I pray daily that my time may be extended so that I can finish my own story, and hope to find out more about my ancestors, whom I will have the privilege to see someday. I imagine that these projects will keep me out of trouble.
Moving to a new place isn't easy... things are not familiar, and your stuff is in boxes where you can't find them. At best, moving is a great big headache, but for me it was close to a nightmare. I don't know where my things are. Nothing is familiar. I am anxious to open boxes and find my stuff, but I can't get to it yet. I feel lost right now, as far as having my familiar things. I want to get to my Scrapbooking and pictures. I want to make sure that my life story is done. I want to feel productive.
So I find stuff to do for the meantime. I have organized my purse, watched some shows on Netflix, exercised, started reading Three Musketeers, and spent time with my grandbaby, my husband, my son and my daughter in law (who is a marvelous mom) and dream about setting up my scrapbooking station somewhere. I pray daily that my time may be extended so that I can finish my own story, and hope to find out more about my ancestors, whom I will have the privilege to see someday. I imagine that these projects will keep me out of trouble.
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