My
printer ran out of two colors of ink, yellow and black. I started a
list that said, ink yellow with the symbol for yellow, I think it
was a circle, next item was, ink black with the symbol for black; it
think it was a tringle. I put it in the front seat of the car for
the next time we went to Walmart's. But I hate to go to Walmart's
so it stayed in the front seat for several weeks.
EVERY
TIME WE GOT IN THE CAR James would pick it up and ask what it was?
Well what were the symbols? Have we bought it yet? Can I throw it
away? Where do you want me to put it? Can I throw it away? He
wadded it up a couple of times. Once I found it back in the kitchen
on the counter. Took it back to the car. We must have gone through
this list of questions and answers 50 times. I would have been way
ahead if I had just made a special trip to Walmart's on the first
day. Why didn't I? (Oh no; don't start the questions again.) Well
I went to Walmart's yesterday and bought the ink cartridges. I
tore that piece of paper into little bitty giblets.
Now
I realize that is not one of the large problems in the world of
Alzheimers. It is one of the small problems that we can laugh at.
We are so afraid of the big problems that may be to come that we need
to laugh at these little things. We are so afraid the day may come
when we won't laugh again.
