What’s your default setting?  Grounded in negativity or soaring to positivity and possibilities?

Vivid dreams returned overnight. He didn’t call out, just got up, turned on the light and went back to bed. Problem resolved and no more “visitors” as he calls them. He did mention they were animals, but not menacing ones.

you are precious

Find the good.


He was feeling good enough to go out to dinner last evening – his suggestion. Not sure if his meal disagreed with his digestive tract or what… but lots of tummy troubles overnight. Hopefully, the meds will work and today will be a more normal sort of day. Once again, he doesn’t want to rely on the walker for support, even though he has noticed that his gait is much smoother when he does use it and his hip is less likely to be bothering him at the end of the day. Hoping to get 2 trips around the cul-de-sac in today since we missed out yesterday.

a smile never hurts

Always keep a grin handy! 

The bird feeder has been a good distraction now that the birds have discovered it — and the bird field guide was a great one to thumb through last evening. He recognized several species in the book and asked about a few of them he named and where they might be in the book. He enjoyed that hour or so perusing the pages.


Focus on this moment and take the next step forward.

Fixations — up during the night wondering why it was dark and was certain we had let him miss his appointment for a haircut.

His balance has improved some which is good and he is somewhat able to take care of some personal hygiene a little better at the moment. PT evaluation on Friday for progress and to make sure he can continue for another 6 week cycle to help build the muscle around the hip which is still very atrophied. He’s really hoping to dump “George” (his walker), which according to one dr was not sounding like it would be a possibility. We’ll see what the hip surgeon says next week.

every moment…

Make the most of each new beginning. 


Yesterday was certainly one for the books – it was a day filled with laughter and a few tears. Some deep breathing too. We’ve had the same conversation over the last week and a half. He’s thinking that he should be able to drive – however, there are a multitude of reasons why he shouldn’t. Yesterday during one of our more light hearted conversations about the subject, he stated that “90 year olds shouldn’t drive. And I’m 70, so that doesn’t apply to me.” Ummm, not quite, I said. What year were you born? He replied with the correct year. What year is it now? He answered. Yep, I said, if you subtract 1932 from 2022 you’ll get your age. “That can’t be!” was his answer! “How did I get that old? I can’t be 90! It’s impossible.”

We’ll leave this here for now, but the story isn’t done yet.