We are having people in for dinner. I have been working all day on the meal and finally sat down to relax before the guests arrived. Gregory is standing in the middle of the room, holding the cat Mariah in his arms. He says, "I was wondering about the cat?"
"Wondering what about the cat?"
No reply.
"Do you mean that it is time to feed her? We have stopped feeding her at night."
"Of course. I know!" And he seemed done with the conversation.
So where do I go now? Button push. Bomb explode. Brain shatter. I realized that "he got me again." Or at least the Alzheimer's got me again. No matter how I respond now a days, I am wrong. No matter what I do, I am wrong. No matter how hard I try, I cannot win. Alzheimer's is the winner and champion.
If I guess at his meaning. I am wrong. If I guess at his direction. I am wrong. If I suggest. I am wrong. Button push. Bomb explode. Brain Shatter.
One of these days I'll figure out how to respond without making a committment. Something like "I think it is good to wonder about the cat, dear." or "I am glad you are wondering about the cat." "Wonder is good."
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