How are things? I’m not sure. Darling is a little slower I think. Memory is a little less good. It is very seldom that he can get the two remotes to work the T.V. anymore. Yesterday he called me into the bathroom; he could not remember how to turn the shower on. The doctor told us yesterday that he was seeing Parkinson’s disease starting. I guess it is not surprising because anything I read about Alzheimer’s or any kind of dementia talks about Parkinson’s. But this is the first time the doctor has mentioned it.
He doesn’t like to take a bath or shave. So far I can get him to shave and shower but it takes some conversation or a down right lie, such as we are going somewhere he likes to go such as church or to eat lunch. I am not so adamant about shaving; so most of the time he looks like Dr. House.
He still has good social skills. When we run onto acquaintances I think they probably think I am lying about him having a dementia. But Missy tells me that anyone would know it if they are around him for a little while.
And he is such a gentlemen. Recently we were at a local cafe at a meeting of senior citizens. One of the ladies came in late and there were not any chairs at our table. She is in her nineties. James got up to get her a chair to put at the end of our table. With her so slow from her age and him so slow from his disease I thought the restaurant would close for the evening before she was seated. Have I told this before? Sometimes I think my memory is as bad as his.
Until later,
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