Day 8

Ok, ok, so I know I posted Day 7 this morning before the sun ever thought about coming up, but I'm just here and thought I'd do something encouraging after another totally stressful day, and well, this just jumped out there:

8. Spend time with people over the age of 70 and under the age of 6.

And if you read the previous post you will note that I spent time with three little ones under the age of 6. Now, I'm trying real hard, but at the moment I can't think of anyone I know within travelling distance, gas prices what they are, over the age of 70. Hmmmmm.

But what a great idea that is, something I used to do in the past. Maybe I should find a nursing home or such nearby and start spending time with someone who doesn't get visitors. And if that person or those people have dementia, all the better, I can't do or say anything wrong because I'll be a new person each time. Plus it will get me ready for my day since dementia has been in our family for generations as far back as I remember. No that's not the dementia in me, I do remember back a normal distance, in addition to the history that I do know of our family before I came into it (cursed be the day).

What I did learn, after a very interesting discussion with my Dr's nurse (She has concerns about it just like us normal people who don't have the gifted and trained medical knowledge) is the difference between Alzhiemers and dementia. Since my generation and back knew it as senility, Alzheimers has nothing to do with it. Where dementia (yes, I've been demented since birth!) affects the mind (yes, what mind?), Alzheimers affects the muscles (oh, ho, again, what muscles?). And that explains why my mother always slept or laid in bed in her later years with one leg bent at the knee, and that's how she was when she died, that right knee just sticking up there like a little tent under the bed coverings.

Ok, so I got off topic, but I still don't remember anybody over 70 that I could go visit.

And I love my grandkids and all kids under the age of 6! Now older than that? Well, I'd have to consider it. As my dad used to say, he liked 'em till they could walk and talk ... back.....

Think I'll go watch The Pacifier since it came in the mail today.....