Nov. 7, 2011
Dementia makes you crazy, that is, it makes the caregiver crazy. And like other people who are crazy, we don’t realize we are crazy. So we just end up doing stupid things and other people help us do them – I guess because they think we know what we are doing. We don’t.
My most recent crazy thing was that I painted a piece of furniture as if it were a rabbit hutch and donated it for silent auction to the church bazaar. Then I decided to buy it back from the church; so I started bidding on it. I got the bid, wrote the church a check and took it home. (This is the short version.) My sweet husband who is so tottery he can hardly walk by himself helped me unload it from the pickup and walk up the four concrete steps to the front door with it and bring it inside. It is a wonder one or both of us did not fall and break a bone.
When I told my daughter about this, she suggested that maybe it was not the rabbit hutch I did not want to part with but an old way of life I did not want to part with. I always loved being an artist and painting stuff and selling it at art shows. This is now gone from me forever. Yes, she is a smart lady; like her paternal grandmother she has an innate understanding of human nature.
And I apologize to all the people affected by my craziness.
Yes, the picture is tilted, like the rest of my life.
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