Just Desserts

Tuesday, 29 June 2010

Last night, I cooked Dad his regular heart -healthy meal, including grilled chicken, a sweet potato and peas. Since he finished his whole plate, I asked him if he wanted a 100 calorie Klondike Bar or a Low Fat pudding to satisfy his sweet tooth. "Yes." He replied. "That was a multiple choice" I replied.  "You may have one or the other." "That's not what you asked." He insisted. "What a stickler." I thought as I delivered the pudding and the Klondike Bar to his seat at the table. I wonder if the doctor will accept "semantics" as the the reason for his elevated cholesterol!

 

The New Old (man) Math

Wednesday, 23 June 2010

Having a fifteen year old step-daughter, I have heard a lot about the "new math" over the years. Today, I learned a new fact from my Dad about his bathroom habits that could be considered old man math. I asked him if he went #2 (we record this on his pill sheet daily to make sure his digestive system works efficiently) or just a #1. "I went #1 and #2" He replied.  "So that's a #3?" I clarified. "I don't think I've ever done a #2 without doing a #1 at the same time." He said. "So basically, there is no #2, just #1 and #3, huh?" "That's right." Dad confirmed. Since Dad moved in with me, I have definitely learned something new every day, whether I want to or not!

 

Happy Father's Day

Sunday, 20 June 2010

I am so lucky to have my "Happy Father!"

 

Who's There?

Thursday, 17 June 2010

Last night, Dad and I went out to dinner with a friend. When we dropped her off, I got out of the car to say goodbye, and heard my phone ringing. It knew it was my friend Dodie, who has a special ring-tone that sounds like a doorbell. DING-DONG.  DING-DONG. As I got back into the car, my Dad announced, "There's someone at your purse." I laughed so hard, I could not drive the car for at least five minutes!

 

Exception to the Rule

Tuesday, 15 June 2010

Dad is a pack-rat.  He has been as long as I can remember. When he moved in with me and we cleaned out his condo, we found mail, newspapers and magazines from the 1970s! I've recently noticed that he is "stashing" newspapers in his closet, dresser drawers and under his bed.  I wonder if he just wants to make sure he always has something to read? I happened across a stack of papers from March of this year, and snatched them up, heading for the recycle bin before Dad got out of the bathroom. But I was too late and he caught me trying to throw away his "important papers". "Dad", I explained, "I do not want you to hoard anything in this house." "How about hundred dollar bills?" He replied, with split second timing. "That will be just fine."  I agreed. He may have Alzheimer's, but dang is he quick with a joke!

 

Let's Have Some Fun!

Friday, 11 June 2010

Dad's newest aide, Dodie is a really neat gal.  She loves my Dad and is so patient and kind with him. They have been doing some fun activities, like going to the local art museum, visiting the science center, and volunteering at the public radio station. Today, his regular aide is at the beach, so Dodie filled in to take him to physical therapy at the hospital. "Are you ready to go to therapy?" She asked in an upbeat, perky tone. "Couldn't we find something fun to do?" He asked. "Well, I'm sure we could." She answered, laughing.  "But you need your exercise." Heck, Dodie could take him to Disneyland and he'd never tell! I hope I don't ruin her reputation as the fun one!

 

Butt of Many Jokes

Tuesday, 08 June 2010

Dad and his aide, Katie went to the Proctologist today.  It was just a regular check-up and everything is just fine. The appointment was for 4:00 but had to wait and they did not get in to see the doctor until nearly 4:45. During the wait Katie joked that they must be "backed up." "They are really behind." countered my Dad. If they had waited much longer, the jokes may have gotten much too "cheeky"!

 

He Has a Point

Thursday, 03 June 2010

I had a real craving for my Mother's meatloaf this week, so last night I decided to go ahead and make it. Dad and I both love to have meatloaf sandwiches the day after, so I made an extra big one. After an hour, it was definatley not cooked yet.  The meat thermometer was under 140 degrees. "You're still not done." I mumbled under my breath after another half hour. "What?" My Dad asked. "I was talking to the meatloaf." I replied. "And I was worried about losing my mind." He said with a smile.  "At least I'm not talking to meatloaves." This is true.

 

Doodly

Tuesday, 01 June 2010

Dad got up from the couch last night and walked into his bedroom.  Sometimes he just does not like what we are watching on TV and will get up and put the news on in his room. He came back in to the living room a few moments later and asked me if I knew what he was looking for in his room. "Sorry, I have no idea." I replied. "I can't remember squat." He said with disgust. "You are in luck.  Since you live with me you don't have to do squat!" "Well I suppose that works out just perfectly!" He said with a grin. Yes it sure does.

 

Songwriter?

Wednesday, 26 May 2010

Dad has the same breakfast every day.  A bowl of bran cereal, a banana and a glass of orange juice. I realized this morning that David had the last banana in his pudding last night. When I told Dad we were out of bananas, he said, "We have no bananas?" "Yes." I confirmed.  "We have no bananas." "That sounds like a good name for a song." he replied. Maybe Dad has a future in the music biz!

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