GROCERIES, BBQ'S, CLEANUP

GROCERIES

I swear there are times I should be hit over the head or at least slapped. Everyone here at The Home all talks about Alzheimer’s and almost every time any one of us forgets something, or can’t remember some minor issue — it comes to mind. The question I have is — does someone who has Alzheimer’s know it? Maybe one or more of you nurses will help me here.

The fact is that I have struggled to find a word, a name or an object most of my life. It just seems worse now. Many of us cannot remember something but someone nearby always finishes the end of the sentence. It’s almost like a game. I may trademark the game. I’ll keep it simple and call it “Finish My Sentence” (cleaver, right!). It could be fun. I doubt anyone here would buy the game as we play it everyday without a game board or sentence cards.

A couple of friends of mine found a great grocery store with excellent prices. They waited to go after I got my monthly allotment of food stamps. That way I could save a little on the total bill. As I paid the bill and started to leave, Gail asked if I used my EBT card. I gasped, hit my head and said, “I forgot.” Gail hit me with a paper. The whole point of going when we did was to help me save money. Duh!

SUMMER BBQ’s

We began our summer BBQ’s last night. It was a little cool so we actually ate inside. Rocky had moved the grill to a new spot and I could not get it out. A car was parked to close to a wall and the grill would not pass through the space. It took time, but I found the driver and the car was moved.

When I got the grill out of the narrow space I nearly blew a gasket. It was filthy. They have a new policy granting anyone the right to use the grill whenever they like. They need permission from Rick. Whoever used it last did not clean it up. Neither did they get permission to use it. I’m interested in a lynching. That’s probably not acceptable. Cleaning that grill is hard work. The exterior was actually the worst. There was grease on the side shelves that was caked on. The grate was also caked. I hate that. I refuse to clean it up for others to use if they will not clean it up for me. Of course, how to make that happen is — well I don’t know! Maybe I’ll try to figure out a way to lock it up. If that doesn’t work, I might try revenge. Any ideas!

CLEAN-UP

Everyone seems to be angry about our “cleaner-upper.” This woman is a personally a hoarder. I’m not kidding. There is no place to sit in her living room. She can get to her bed and there is a chair there. Her kitchen is still useable. But outside her apartment she complains about plants that she thought were not being cared for correctly. She eventually threw them away. She is upset about a corner where our unused puzzles are stacked. They are neat and not very obvious until you are almost on top of them. She never does puzzles and I want her to mind her own business. She keeps getting worse. Her way is the only way. How do you break that kind of habit?

She announces on a regular basis that she knows all about plants since she is a master gardener. On the way back from the grocery store we found a hill that needs color. I suggested we turn it over Nancy. She could walk to it from here and the hill extends for nearly a mile. That should tie her up for a long time.

RESPONSE

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