I took another look at the “new” project, today (which I called the “looming project” back on The Guts Of Life), and discovered that perhaps my piece of leather is a little more sturdy and my limestone a little more sharper than I first imagined. It is a project that I have worked on before and having completed my end, was waiting for a coworker to complete. That coworker is no longer with the company and so it falls on me to take the job across the finish line. All that I need to do is work out how to get it there. Unfortunately, its new territory for me, but I may be in better shape than I imagined.
Speaking of David & Goliath – which I allude to in describing this project to you – I recently learned (while watching and episode of Globe Trekker), that Michelangelo’s David was actually a representation of David from the David and Goliath tale! I do not feel like a complete dolt about this, thankfully, because this was also news to my intelligent and very knowledgeable wife.
When I got home this evening my wife (whom has hair more beautiful than Josie Lawrence), had prepared delightfully odd little cookies (biscuits, for my Aussie readers) made from slices of sweet potatoes dunked in orange juice and coated in crushed soy nuts, sesame seeds, cinnamon and then baked. You should try them some time.
On the walking front, a slack night last night. 1.72 miles. 1.84 miles this evening. A little disappointing that in my allotted 30 minutes, I could not get it just .01 miles further than Tuesday’s effort. Still no page that I can monitor my progress on (nor that you can sticky beak at), as I have not had the time, but it is on the list.
I have also been a little distracted lately with FarCry. You know, the first person shooter where you are hired by this woman to take her on a sailboat cruise around an island only to get your sailboat shot at by a missile when she goes for a dive (which results in you going for a dive). When you wash up on the island, you discover that it is apparently some base of operations for a mercenary army, but later it transforms into an Island of Dr. Moreau storyline. Now I have just been past the “reveal” in some cordoned off scientific laboratory area where the animal-man-beasts rear their VERY ugly heads and am now working out the extent of WTF is going on.
Yeah yeah, I know it is an old game. I played it when it originally came out, but for some reason I recently dug it up out of storage and started playing it again.
I rounded out the evening with a very fun game of online Spades with Crickie (we won a match, yay!). Mom, we should challenge Geo and Amy to a game next time GMom is not up to playing, and we will show them whom the bosses of the card table really are.
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Okay, but you will have to teach George and I the game. I can’t find it in the Hoyle book, although it seems like I remember the name from my youth. Surely we can beat them like a drum once we learn the game. I’m ready.
Okay, the cookies seem intriguing. All they need is some butter and sugar. lol
Well you certainly made a valiant effort this evening, but I don’t know about beaten like a drum. I think the new seating positions helped. GMom did really well this weekend!
I could tell by the way she lost her temper that her blood pressure is creeping up. I will be monitoring it closely. Maybe if it goes up and she can see that, she will take the pills. However, I think she was remembering her cards better. Perhaps you and I will do better next time we play.
My eyes certainly did do the wide open thing when Gmom had her outburst. I tried to remember how frustrating it must be to have, at least how I see it, an alert mind, but a failing short term memory. I tried to put myself in her position, and was promptly horrified and withdrew from that. I can’t imagine how horrible it must be.
I did not really think about it at the time, but with your mentioning about it, I am wondering if her blood pressure contributed to that… though afterward she seemed to be in control and went on to do very well. Almost as if she got frustrated enough to have an outburst, and then realized what she had done and brought it back under control. Certainly, a high blood pressure effects your behavior, I certainly know that… and I am not discounting that… it just seemed to me that she was actively wrestling with a part of her that was not living up to what she had been used to all her life. When I think about that happening to me - its very scary. Its almost like not having yourself in yourself… if I am explaining that well enough… to not be able to remember what really just happened, or rules like whether I can look at this card or not… Damn, it gives me the chills.
How is her blood pressure doing now? Is she taking her pills again? I haven’t had much of a chance to talk to you recently, so I am curious to know how things are.
You and I will do better. We will unite and overcome the evil Geo-Amy influence. We should form an alliance called “You and I”!
We take her pressure every morning, and if it is good, I let her skip a pill, because it did get very low, and that makes her feel weak. If it is up, then I give her a pill to take. It’s working because she can see what it is for herself.
I have often thought that the worst part of losing your memory is the time when you KNOW you are losing it. Once it’s gone, you probably don’t know you have a problem, but during the transition, it’s got to be hell. I have to tell her things over and over, and usually after I tell her for the third or fourth time, she says, Oh yes, now I remember. She has been kind of on her own up until today since I got George and
Dudley’s cold, and have been trying to stay away so she won’t catch it. I feel lots better today, so hopefully it’s on the way out. You don’t realize how many times you contaminate your hands when you are cooking until you are consciously trying not to spread germs. I think my hands are pruned up because I have been washing them so much. If she makes it past Tuesday of next week and stays well, I’m going to be optimistic that she isn’t going to catch it.
Next time, we try sitting George, Me, You, Mom, and Amy. That will be different.
I think that the way you are going about managing her blood pressure with her is excellent.
Losing your memory, and KNOWING that you were losing your memory would be extremely tough. That would be enough to drive me batty and I would be so upset, frustrated and angry with myself.
The new seating arrangement sounds great to me!