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I've spent the last couple of days being a companion, sort of. Thursday was a nightmare and I thought I wanted to tell the whole story but I don't: suffice to say that my befuddled friend wanted to visit her husband in the hospital, and I tried to get her to wait until later when her daughter was going to take her, and she freaked out. But today she and I and her daughter hung out all day and we went to the hairdressers' early and she went into a sort of Zen state and she was happy the rest of the day and she was even all right when her daughter went out. So that was good. I'm feeling much better -- I was pretty sure that my befuddled friend would still think I was the bad woman who wouldn't take her to the hospital (if I had taken her there would have been another kind of fiasco -- I didn't know at the time that he was at the other hospital this time).
And I took a different friend to Qi Gong class and to buy a camera for her daughter who is graduating and getting engaged and going to Brazil. I got home very late both days.
And tonight I let the nice fellow take me to Santana Row which is an absurdly luxurious shopping center sort of thing in San Jose where you see outrageously expensive cars and people gussied up in surprising clothes, but the stuff you'd actually want isn't all that expensive. He was wearing his ugly black and white chef pants but he had a new haircut and so he didn't look like he had come out from under a bridge. We bought a new blender to replace the one that had been starting by itself when nobody was in the kitchen with it. And a springform pan for Zak who keeps asking me if I have one that he can borrow (nope, no springform pans here, well, except for the one I just bought for him). And I had a tuna nicoise sandwich and an amazing celery root salad which we spent a long time analyzing and trying to figure out the method -- the ingredients were obviously: celery root: olive oil: vinegar.
Last night we made rappini and pasta according to the Happy Boy Farms guy's instructions. Tasted wonderful but it was more fibrous than it ought to be, I thought. Just now looking for a picture of it I couldn't find any that looked like what we ate -- ours was really slender with fully-blown yellow flowers, instead of unopened green buds like broccoli. Maybe that's why it was fibrous.
I'm learning a lot about dementia, and how to simultaneously prevent/delay/prepare for it.
And I took a different friend to Qi Gong class and to buy a camera for her daughter who is graduating and getting engaged and going to Brazil. I got home very late both days.
And tonight I let the nice fellow take me to Santana Row which is an absurdly luxurious shopping center sort of thing in San Jose where you see outrageously expensive cars and people gussied up in surprising clothes, but the stuff you'd actually want isn't all that expensive. He was wearing his ugly black and white chef pants but he had a new haircut and so he didn't look like he had come out from under a bridge. We bought a new blender to replace the one that had been starting by itself when nobody was in the kitchen with it. And a springform pan for Zak who keeps asking me if I have one that he can borrow (nope, no springform pans here, well, except for the one I just bought for him). And I had a tuna nicoise sandwich and an amazing celery root salad which we spent a long time analyzing and trying to figure out the method -- the ingredients were obviously: celery root: olive oil: vinegar.
Last night we made rappini and pasta according to the Happy Boy Farms guy's instructions. Tasted wonderful but it was more fibrous than it ought to be, I thought. Just now looking for a picture of it I couldn't find any that looked like what we ate -- ours was really slender with fully-blown yellow flowers, instead of unopened green buds like broccoli. Maybe that's why it was fibrous.
I'm learning a lot about dementia, and how to simultaneously prevent/delay/prepare for it.