Saturday December 20th, was one of those days.
This isn’t the post I planned. That’s okay, that idea can wait another day.
Saturday morning started out as usual, then sort of got a tad worrisome. With J’s various issues, we sometimes are thrown little surprises. We try to stay prepared for these moments, but once in awhile, the possibilities get lost in the busyness of ordinary days, especially at this time of year.
One medication for Parkinson’s has given us pause more than once. We search our memories and the internet for clues, for one reason or other, why these symptoms appear occasionally. The med does it’s job, but there is a side affect. It’s a doable affect, but bothersome.
Voice softening is one of J’s Parkinson’s symptoms. It doesn’t happen every day, but it appeared Saturday. Then we had to factor in a couple of other things. J is recovering from a respiratory thing that is making the rounds and that has affected his digestion, and a few other things. We just added that to the voice issue and then the med just happened to throw us a little curve during the morning. I am in the middle of the respiratory ailment and my stamina is non-existent. With that being said, one thing and another made for an interesting Saturday, that ended with us counting our blessings.
Some days are easier than others in the normal day to day sense. With Parkinson’s Disease, it would be extremely helpful if the caregiver stays healthy. Or at least keeps her thinking clear! That isn’t always the case. We have to accept this, because that is just the way it is. Once in awhile, the caregiver has one of those days.
Anyway, we survived the day and were delighted to see the Turner Classic Movies Saturday night lineup. The Thin Man began at 7pm, followed by the amazing Rosalind Russell in Auntie Mame, and ending the evening, the original Father of the Bride. Every single film a definite lifter of spirit.
At the end of the day, we climbed into our big comfy bed, with our big comfy pup, ready to enjoy TCM at it’s best. She Wore a Yellow Ribbon (1949) was just ending. It reminded me of the Lyric Theatre in Lebanon Missouri, where I saw that movie when I was about 6 years old. I have fond memories of Saturday afternoons at the Lyric, escaping into the magical mystical world of make believe. A good movie or three was just the tonic for this particular Saturday. The Thin Man began. We all three promptly fell asleep and knew not one thing for over three hours, when we woke up to see the last scenes of Auntie Mame. We got there in time to see Auntie dressed in that fabulous all white outfit, accessorized with the gorgeous flowing jewel toned scarf or wrap. Whatever it was, it was wonderful! Although I wish I had been able to see the entire movie, it was great seeing that scene that sums up Auntie Mame’s essence in one fell swoop.
After walkies, Molly and J fell asleep again. By that time, I was wide awake and watched Father of the Bride. All the while counting my blessings.
Last time we were at one of J’s doctors, we ended the visit with the doctor smiling and wishing us Happy Holidays. We smiled and he wished us Happy New Year. We replied, “And to you”. Celebrations, this time of year, are varied. A smile is the best Seasons Greeting. That little exchange in the tiny exam room definitely warmed our hearts.
And to you dear reader, I just want to thank you, from my heart, for standing by this little blog of mine. I have a nifty post in mind, concerning style for girls of a certain age. I have high hopes for garment arrangement and photo shoots today. If all goes according to plan, I’ll have a post for you tomorrow or Tuesday.
Happy first day of Winter!