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Sorry about the title. I just couldn't help myself. Hubby has become addicted to YouTube and I cringe each time I hear them say that. Not that I don't understand. But, I'm not making a penny with this blog so no need to like OR subscribe 😄

No sleep last night. I'm sure you've all had those nights when something on your mind becomes something you can't slow down for anything. Have you ever actually thought of all the things you have learned, accomplished, attempted, enjoyed, in your life already? Well, that's the journey I was on last night. Each time I thought of something, more would pop up. What a roller coaster and joy this life has been. Sure there have been derailments along the way but I was always able to get those wheels back on the track and keep going.

In this life I have been a wife, mother, grandmother, teacher, office administrator, student. I have taken the role of a librarian, artist, nurse, counselor. I have raised or cared for dogs, cats, birds, chickens, sheep, salamanders, turtles, guinea pigs, snakes, hamsters, raccoons, rats, mice, gerbils and ..... in my life. I have learned to cook, sew, spin, play guitar, play piano,  crochet, knit, weave, keep a clean house (well, mostly). I have added learning tarot, iChing, runes, crystals, scrying, oracle card reading, astrology, numerology, drop crystals, and I see no end to this journey. I hope anyway. 

All this came about when I was notified last evening that an article that I had written for the Cartomancer Magazine was in the Fall 2023 issue and ready to be shipped out. I had written about my journey with Alzheimer's and how learning divination had helped me. Now, I get to add "author" sort of to my list, LOL! 

Hope you'll all have a chance to read it. It is available as a digital download if you are interested. If not, my feelings won't be hurt. I understand that my journey isn't necessarily everyone's journey.

Instagram and Discrimination

Here I am, working hard at developing new friendships and finding joy in my day using Instagram to post my journey both with tarot and Alzheimer's only to find myself blocked. I'm sure this is frustrating to anyone, but for me it is almost devastating. I'm wondering if it is a sign that it's time to give up. To slink into the hole of despair that I see others with life altering events fall into. Damn. What is wrong with this world that is being taken over by AI (artificial intelligence) where you can't even speak to a real person anymore? My condition requires dealing with a real person. Someone who can explain things calmly to me. 

As you can see, I'm just venting here. I know there's nothing I can do. No, I'm not really ready to throw in the towel. But, I certainly wish there were some way to understand why I was shut down from commenting for the response of "yes, I will send some to you later". to someone. I can't see how that could be thought of as spam or against community standards. Today, I got shut down again immediately on my first comment which was, "I'll bet this tarot deck becomes one of your favorites. " 

One of our group is thinking that they are targeting any of us who have anything to do with the witchy side of life. We who understand witchcraft knows that to be a witch does not make one a follower of Satan. That would be like saying that everyone who owns a gun is a murderer, or anyone who eats twinkies is fat. To me that smacks of intolerance (on top of total ignorance). I can't believe that this country is going backwards instead of forwards as far as this goes. 

If anyone has any suggestion, please feel free to share. I'm not feeling very positive at the moment and that's not a space I care to be in. 

Clumsy with Alzheimer's

I'm sure I'm not the only one with a progressive and incurable disease that sometimes thinks "They must have made a mistake." But I'm finding myself moving more towards the middle stages of Alzheimer's as I'm becoming more and more clumsy. I drop everything, I knock things over. I hit my head on just about anything. I trip. I fall. This morning hubby wouldn't let me water the garden since I took such a bad fall the other day cracking my head on a metal pipe. (Still aching all over from that one.)

Wondering about this had me Internet searching and I found several places that mentions this as a side effect or Alzheimer's. Well, poop. I guess I missed that. I expected to forget names, appointments (oops, forgot to get my lab work done again), people, places, directions. But, I didn't realize that feeling like a drunken sailor was part of the package. Thankfully our house has lots of walls and hallways that help me maneuver in the early morning. Apparently the brain deterioration changes vision and depth perception which leads to the awkward feeling that causes some of these annoying things. 

I suppose I'm just going to have to slow down (it's called the Alzheimer's shuffle) and try to keep from harming myself and making my hubby crazy with all the bumps, cuts, and bruises that magically appear without me having any memory of what caused them.  

On a lighter note: 

She is the sweetest thing (Belgian Malinois) and makes me smile. Her name is Cassidy and she will be 2 years old next week. 

Hording and Alzheimer's

I have become a hoarder. I have a NEED to get more books, more tarot/oracle decks, more crystals on a daily basis. I feel panicked when I don't have a used book or other item in my list of things to expect in the mail. No one can read all those books. But, I have to have them. I know that it has become a problem. Not enough that it cause us to not pay bills, save money, or anything like that. The things I order are very inexpensive and I certainly spend less per week than if I were a smoker. However, it worries me. 

So, I went on a hunt and found this: "By hiding and hoarding things, the person may be trying to have some control of their situation. They may feel they need to stockpile items." (This is linked to the Alzheimer's group in the UK). 

This all started when we moved to Texas where I am alone all day. I have nobody to talk to except Internet friends. Hubby is off doing his own thing all day and then watches TV all night. Getting new (okay, mostly used) things in the mail is my bright spot of the day. Not that I'm bored. With a large home and property, chickens, cats, dogs, birds, and sheep, I have plenty to do. My hobbies fill many hours of my day as well. But, still I get that panicky feeling and just get that itch to go online and order something else. 

I am thinking that it is almost like being anorexic or bulimic. Another form of trying a way to control something that cannot be controlled. Okay, I admit that deep down I am terrified of losing my brain to Alzheimer's. I realize that I am frantic in devouring as many books as I can to keep that brain from melting down. While following my doctor's orders to learn new things I keep adding things to learn from, like researching new crystals or different forms of divination. I also understand that what  I'm doing is masking something that I don't want to face, not only the Alzheimer's, but the loss of my son. If I ever allow myself any quiet time I will lose everything.

Now that I've publicly vented my fears I had hoped to feel better about it. I had hoped it would make more sense. But, well, no. I do appreciate having a place where I can put all these thoughts though.

 

Some of my crystals. They are pretty.

The Suddeness of Death

A man in our town, who actually was our plumber, was killed in a car wreck. I am feeling kind of lost. I didn't know him well, but, since I lost one of my sons from a motorcycle accident it brought up again how life is so fragile. Here one moment and gone in the next. It is very difficult to comprehend. 

Fortunately, I do have certain beliefs that make this easier as I don't really feel that anyone dies, just changes composition. But, there's still that wonder of what they are doing right now, what do they think of there time here, or, well, I don't even know what else to question.

There are no answers. There is no proof. Yes, a lot of people have different beliefs and faith that works for them. I spent years blindly following that faith without question. but the more I study, the more I realize how organized religion had duped people into not thinking for themselves at all. I'm grateful to have had my diagnosis because it sent me on a search to learn more about who we are and about our life's purpose. I suppose most of us just think about the "me" of it but I've come to understand that we are all one in spirit. We must love one another and strive to be all that we can. To help others, to be kind, to care for mother earth. 

We can't control what created us or know why we were created. We can only know that each of us is here for a purpose. It is important to seek out that purpose. And, when we have fulfilled our purpose, we are taken back to reflect, learn, and do better the next time around.

I'm sure that my thoughts will be a big turn off for most. It's just my opinion, as you have yours. We are all entitled to our opinion as long as we don't force it on anyone else. This is just my rant, my rave, against that which I do not understand. 

Peaceful view out my front window.

Role Models for those with Alzheimer's or Dementia

 I have some "heroes" or maybe just role models helping with my journey down the dark path of Alzheimer's. One being Michael J. Fox and the other being Patrick Swayze. 

Michael J Fox, comedic actor best know for his roles as known for his roles as Alex P. Keaton on TV's Family Ties, and as Marty McFly in the movie Back to the Future, was only 29 when he was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease. He has battled with its effects for over 30 years. In an interview with Smithsonian Magazine he said that he’s been able to remain optimistic because of his love for his family and the fulfillment he finds in helping others who are struggling.

Patrick Swayze, an actor, dancer, and singer who was named “The sexiest Man Alive” in 1991 by People Magazine, died at only 57 after a two-year battle with pancreatic cancer. His wife, Niemi Swayze, repeated in an interview what he had said to her:  playing even a small part in helping change the lives of those who are fighting the disease -- or their loved ones -- for the better is a "great honor."  He is another hero of mine as he never gave up. I can only hope that publicly voicing my journey dealing with Alzheimer’s/ dementia, is helpful to anyone who is dealing with any long-term issue to see that we have to rejoice in what time we have, not what time we might not have. What we can do, not what we can’t.

“How do you nurture a positive attitude when all the statistics say you're a dead man? You go to work.” - Patrick Swayze

That's right. Keep going. Keep putting one foot in front of the other. Let's look at what we can do instead of what we can't. Let's enjoy the time we have instead of fretting over the time we may not have.

A Mala bracelet that I made to repeat the mantra shown. I do still have intelligence. Maybe not as much or sharp as it once was, but I still have it and have to remember that as long as I'm still learning new things that I am on the right path.

“Alzheimer's currently has no cure and no survivors. But this will change.” – Alzheimer’s Association - @alzassociation

Night Terrors with Alzheimer's or Dementia

Recently I posted this on Instagram:

Having had night terrors or hallucinations where I wake up to a scream, my own, and see someone/something looming over me, since I was a child now presents different set of possibilities. Always terrifying, but something I’ve become used to now has me considering the possibility of demons or angels. Hard to tell as when one pops up unexpectedly, well, there goes the scream and they scurry away leaving me breathless and confused.(Although night fright is common among persons with dementia and Alzheimer's disease, I don't think it is related since I have had these since I was young.)

We know the tower represents an “aha” moment in our lives. Towers can fall when foundations are weak. Are my foundations weak? Is there a lesson I have not learned? Is there something that I am refusing to face? Seems odd to me that this has been happening for over 50 years and I still can’t connect them to anything in particular.I will hang on to the words, courage, faith, and fighting spirit and wait to see what unfolds.

I got the most interesting response from one person: "Ew how horrid for you 💜💖"

Well, I had to go back and assure her that this is very infrequent, so not really all that horrid. And, as it is not real, there are certainly more awful things that one has to deal with in reality, yes?  

On a brighter note:

Our two Anatolians have a job..... to protect our sheep from predators. However, they don't know the difference between a coyote and a skunk. Here they have "treed" a racoon. (The racoon was able to escape.)

“Alzheimer's currently has no cure and no survivors. But this will change.” – Alzheimer’s Association -  @alzassociation

New Alzheimer's Drug

They have come out with another new drug to slow down, buy some time, not cure, Alzheimer's in people with mild or early stages of cognitive impairment. Leqembi, developed in Japan, is an antibody that is designed to remove the sticky deposits that clog up the brain. With a cost of about $26,000 per year for the drug, hospital visits to receive the infusions, and required brain scans it seems a bit financially prohibitive for most people. In addition, in studies there were incidents of brain swelling and hemorrhage, or brain bleeds in (only 25% suffered neither of these side effects) too many people for my liking. The FDA has included a warning on the box that states that there is a risk of brain swelling. In order for physicians to prescribe it they must agree to go through a government database. 

According to the Alzheimer's Association, there are over six million Americans who are living with Alzheimer's. 

At lease they're trying. It sounds like another drug that I won't be using but I suppose they must try creating new drugs and watch people die from them in order to learn how to make them better. 

They haven't come up with a cure for the common cold, so I don't see my ridding myself of this disease in my own lifetime. Maybe we just need to accept that sometimes it's just that our time has run out and go out with grace instead of battle. It's a nasty way to have to go out though.

On a lighter note my garden is doing dismally this year with the wasps and grasshoppers devouring anything the high heat and lack of rain has left for them. But, my rosemary is doing well and, when cut,  dried and burned, fills the house with a wonderful scent.

 

Forgetful with Alzheimer's

 Left my credit card at the hardware store

Left my wallet at the bakery.

Got something in the mail that I didn't remember orderings, but when I looked I did.

Forgot to feed the cat his evening wet food. (Fortunately, he always has dry so he didn't starve.) 

Forgot to brush my teeth even though I have a watch that reminds me. 

Made a special card for someone's birthday then forgot to mail it. 

Got a form I sent to Social Security back as I had filled it out incorrectly. 

Couldn't remember the ________ (Insert here: day, week, month, year, birthday, children's birthdays, grandchild's name, etc.)

But, hey. that happens to everyone doesn't it? Well, yes I suppose once in a while, but certainly not on a daily basis. Well, guess I'd just better get used to it and try to remember to laugh at myself. 

On a lighter note:

I was so thrilled to get some luscious peaches growing. 

 

 

 

 

But, then the wasps found them and I had none 😕

 

Remember - Not easy with Alzheimer's

I posted this on Instagram but thought I'd repeat it here as I felt it really made an important point. The prompt word was REMEMBER.

Remember is a difficult word for someone with Alzheimer’s or dementia to deal with. Oh, how we wish we could remember. But, since we often can’t, we have to make new memories, new friends, and relearn things that we can’t remember how to do. A child does not get angry when he or she doesn’t know something. They just set out to learn. So, I will learn and learn as many times as I can without anger (well, maybe just a tiny flare up now and then). And, if I am successful then, hopefully, I will.

 

I have a group of ladies that meet at my home once a month to work on our different crafts and just chat for a couple of hours. I pulled out some embroidery to work on. Now, I have been embroidering for most of my life and I suddenly couldn't remember how to do a lazy daisy stitch. Fortunately, a couple of the ladies knew embroidery and one of them showed me how. I felt so stupid and found myself tearing up.... that's normal for someone with dementia, to cry. But, I didn't cry and proceeded to make some very nice lazy daisy stitches. If I set it down for a couple of days though, then I have to relearn it. 

 

My niece, who is trying to understand what I'm going through.... probable the only person who is..... said she read that people with Alzheimer's get angry all the time. Yes, I understand why they would. It's so frustrating at times. I do get angry but not around others. I don't feel they should suffer because of my upset when I can't do something or understand something.  Around others I cry. 

 

"Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.” - Benjamin Franklin

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Watch Your Words

Watching a movie that had a character from another movie. Hubby pointed it out and I said, "I don't remember." And, his reply was a very sarcastic, "Of course you don't." Well slap my face and push me down a bit further why don't you? He immediately realized that he shouldn't verbalize his frustration over my Alzheimer's and reached over to grab my hand. Yes, he will forget by today that he even spoke such an insensitive remark. But, the one with dementia, who can't remember much of anything these days, will never forget. 

Watch your words and reassess you thought process people. 

I have learned though to live with inflicted pain and most always show a smiling face to the world. 

Cheers!

I Used To Know How to Do That.

One of those days. I got all jazzed up about doing a knit scarf. It's supposed to be easy. First, I pulled out my interchangeable needles only to find that I had forgotten completely how to put them together. No problem. Off to YouTube. Several videos later I still had no idea. So, I picked out a pair of regular circular needles. Then, I took a skein of yarn and proceeded to use my yarn winder to make a working cake. HA! That was a disaster. But, after a tune I was able to figure out how to get it right and I had my ball of yarn. I just can't remember, after a million times, how to cast on though, None of those videos are making any sense either. I decided to just do the simple cast on (which isn't very good) go from there.  Now, it was time to begin. Well, I have been "beginning" all day. Nope. Not happening.

Do I give up? Should I push myself into near hysteria? Neither seems to be a good option. So I will just try again tomorrow. Some days are just like that.😟

Even trying to type this has been amusing. I am skipping letters, mixing up the order and forgetting where I was going with my thought. Please forgive me if this is jumbled.

On a brighter note, we discovered that our dog is actually a black Belgian Malinois. She has such goofy ears and even though she is very smart, she has a few quirks. Reading about the dog traits however has show that it is just part of her nature so it will be easier to understand. She doesn't care if I can't remember how to do things. As long as I remember when it's dinner time, and I don't think she's likely to forget to tell me! So grateful for her.

Crystals and Forgotten Crafts

Crystals. Crystals are my newest obsession. I seem to have a new obsession every few days. I find focusing on one thing becoming more and more difficult. I get so enthused about something, get everything out, order new things, read and buy books, magazines, and courses about the given new love only to find something else to replace it all too quickly. A friend suggested that I might have ADD but I'm not sure you develop that in your 70's? I'm thinking that it is the Alzheimer's. Maybe I'm stressing about not learning everything that I can before my brain is total mush and that's why I just can't seem to squeeze in enough learning of new things each day? It's both frustrating and exhilarating at the same time. 

My guitar has new strings, is tuned, while the books with pieces to play sit untouched.

My fiber on my spinning wheel and drop spindles are covered with dust.

Looms of all sizes and shapes, filled with projects that have been started and abandoned sit mournfully propped on shelves. 

Bags upon bags of half finished socks, sweaters, scarves of knitted, crochet, Tunisian crochet, and embroidery know they will never be completed as I can't find my place any longer in the directions or don't know how to do the stitches anymore. 

I love all these crafty things but each time I pick something up now I have to watch videos to see how to do things that used to be second nature to me. Simple things are now difficult. It's like being a beginner every day. 

So, this week it's crystals. Beautiful colored objects that have names to memorize, qualities to memorize, and different ways of incorporating them into my life to discover. I feel sad to know all of that will have been mostly forgotten in a short time though while I seek to relearn something else I used to know.

Alzheimer's Nightmares

Nightmares. I suppose we all have them. But, I have read that those of us with dying brains have them more. I think I can agree to that. I have the crystals that are supposed to protect me from them next to my bed. I dutifully sage my sleeping area. I think positive thoughts before slumber, yet there they are haunting me yet again. I know all about keeping a Book of Shadows. I understand journaling. I know all about talking things out, yet, they persist. 

Maybe I need to make friends with these demons. Maybe I need to learn to laugh at their shenanigans. Sometimes, tired as I am, I don't want to fall asleep. 

When I was younger I would dream constantly of going back to college but I was always lost and missed the class. It was a constant dream. One day, an old friend appeared in the dream. She said, "I know you're scared to do this so I will walk you to the class to get you started." When I awoke I called a current friend and asked her if she would consider going back to college with me herself. I was delighted that she would. We went and enrolled at the same time. I never saw again her at school, as we took different things, but that's all I needed to get me going and I would up with a Master's Degree in Higher and Adult Education.

I suppose I'm just going to have to wait it out until someone pops into my dreams to help me find a way out of this recurring nightmare.

On a lighter note. Spring is here. The garden is blooming. Lambs have gone to market. Kittens are being born to out barn cats. I got to take a delightful trip to see my family and meet my newest grandson. Life is good. 

Witches and Alzheimer's

 No, I don't post here often. Nobody reads it as far as I know. I pretty much post Alzheimer's related content on Instagram, jeanchaneyaz, using the Tarot and Oracle cards to jump start my memory.

However, today I was thinking of a dream I had last night. I was dreaming that my granddaughter was talking about some herbal recipes she uses for her dog for his health. I was amazed and told her so and she was beaming. Then, I said, "You must be a witch." And, her smile turned to one of horror. I chided myself as I know people just don't understand what words mean sometimes and I need to be more careful.  They think of TV or movie stereotypes. I had to take the time to teach her what the "real" meaning of being a witch was.... someone who is one with nature, a seeker of truth and wisdom, someone who follows the rules of harm no one. Witches do NOT believe in the devil, satan, or even hell for that matter. They believe in the three fold rule. What you put out there comes back times three. Simple article on Cosmopolitan does a great summary if you're interested. 

This made me think of how people respond when they hear that I have Alzheimer's. Horror, followed by disbelief. They only know of what they've heard or seen in the movies or of loved ones that were at the end of the disease. 

Witches don't wear black hats, fly broom, hex people and have warts on their nose anymore that people with dementia or Alzheimer's are sitting in a corner, drooling, and babbling to themselves. 

Spring has come to central Texas!

 

Instagram to Reach Alzheimer's

I'm loving Instagram where I now post a daily prompt response and use it to mull about my Alzheimer's issues. I don't seem to be reaching anyone who actually has Alzheimer's or dementia (that was my goal), but there seem to be a lot of people who are learning more about what the disease is and isn't from my posts. So, that's a good thing. If you aren't following me on Instagram, take a peek and be sure to read the posts.

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Alzheimer's and Money Management

My bank balance was in turmoil. Fortunately the bank said I have more money in my account than my Money Manager program said. After two days of searching, I still can't see what went wrong, but I'm not ready to give up on handling the finances yet. Hubby, when I married him, had such a mess going on financially. It was not easy, but I finally got everything under control. I haven't allowed him, nor has he wanted to, to have much say as far as our money management. He looked absolutely panic stricken when I told him it was getting very difficult for me to do some of these things, so I need to just take my time and remember to approach these things in the morning when my brain is a bit more in control.

Yesterday we had a handyman come out to help us pick out new security and storm doors for our home. We were working on my iPad together and I placed the order. This morning, as I looked at the order on my computer, I could see that just about everything was wrong. Was it me? Was it him? Was it the website? I tend to blame my Alzheimer's for everything that goes wrong, but I'm not convinced that this is so. For instance, now that I look at how Home Depot arranges their website, I think it was him (making me order handles when the door already comes with handles) and the website (that showed the color I wanted was not available but I found it on another screen as available) this time. And, I think the program for my money is wrong as it is showing a negative balance for all of last year (which I had reconciled perfectly all last year and was never in the negative), not me or the bank. So, I just added the extra into the program as an "error" and now I jive with the bank. Sometimes you just have to adapt and move on.

I'm sure this is boring info, but since nobody reads this, it is helping me to put it down so I can let it go and move on. 

Mistakes happen. That's why there are erasers on pencils.

On a positive note. I have taught myself a somewhat new to me technique in weaving. Adding beads. And, it turned out, after a few tears and choice words, perfectly.

Accidents Happen with Alzheimer's

Smacked my head on the kitchen island again. Didn't tell hubby at first as his response is always that I should do this or that to prevent whatever. Right.  Like, if I put a sign up I'll remember? Like, if I think before I act this won't happen? Advice like that makes me want to scream. Does anyone really think I do these things on purpose? So, when he saw me touching my tender head,  he started with the "You need to" crap and I immediately shut him down. Not like me to do that as I need him by my side, but he is just going to have to start learning more about Alzheimer's if he is going to be helpful. 

I also cut my finger badly. Again, I haven't share with him for the obvious above reason. I accidentally left my glasses on the bed overnight....I walked into the bathroom in the dark on the wrong side of the wall and walked right into it. I lost the bird's food but finally found it in the freezer. I started a crochet scarf and now can't remember how to continue. I tried to do reservations for a trip Online and messed everything up when I got confused by the dates. It took me over 7 hours, several phone calls, and a lot of tears to get it straightened out. All minor stumbling blocks that only I can see, because you know, I really don't have Alzheimer's. Several days of testing by a professional must be wrong.

Either people insist that I don't have Alzheimer's or they just run away from whatever proves that I do. So frustrating. I wish (if wishes were horses, then beggars would ride is what my first husband always said) that I had someone who actually hears what I'm saying and understands what I need. It's a lonely journey.

On a brighter side, I can see that there are some viewers to this blog. Probably from Instagram? Anyway, it is a positive. And, I have been busy learning Brooks Bouquet and adding beads to a scarf on my loom.

Little Billy Gets Lost - and he didn't even have dementia

 Since nobody has found my blog yet, I read that I needed to add "Alzheimer's" to the blog name if I ever expected anyone to find it. I had hoped that I might be an encouraging light for people when diagnosed. Hope this helps.

Do any of you remember the Sunday funnies that had The Family Circus written by Bil Keene? Well, he did several of them of little Billy on his way home from school. He showed a map of all the stops Billy made before he finally reached his destination.

I often think of little Billy as I work my way through a goal. As an example, I have a "smart" watch that reminds me to brush my teeth. It has a snooze option that I seem to click repeatedly all morning long. On the to the necessary teeth brushing, I:

Realized my coffee cup was empty, so I had to refill it

But, there were dishes in the sink that needed washing

The dish soap was almost gone, so I went to the laundry room to get the soap and

Remembered that I had a load of wash to do. So,

To the bedroom to get the laundry, but

Dust bunnies called to be vacuumed.

I did get the vacuum out but first I had to change the bird cage paper before I could vacuum

Which took me outside to the garbage where weeds just shouted to be pulled up.

Yup, typical morning. Part of the morning was also spent looking for the top to hubby's mug. He accusingly flapped it in front of me as I was on the phone trying to change his doctor's apt. Always my fault when anything goes missing these days. Can't say that I blame him; however, he's just as bad and I found it right on the counter where he had taken the mug out to fill it!  

If you have mornings like this, you might be more like little Billy than you though.

Oh, and yes, my teeth are brushed!

Keeping Busy - Alzheimer's - Dementia

 Yes, I forgot that I started a blog. It's a busy time of the year. Well, it seems that every day is part of a busy time anymore. Never time to just do nothing. Remember the delicious days of childhood when you could say "I'm bored"? Adulthood, though long sought after, doesn't seem to know these words. There always seems to be appointments, chores, guests, and more to keep us busy from morning until night. And, that damned Internet just steals so much time too. I can get lost for hours researching something else that I read about that demands my attention. I have projects (knitting, crochet, weaving, etc.) all in mid creation while I get distracted by yet another think I need to learn or do. Is it the Alzheimer's or is it just a panic that has come over me to learn everything now that I know my time is limited? 

Who knows? 

4 babies last month! Aren't they cute? Part of what keeps me busy 😍