Reading is wonderful. Reading is great. Reading is my life-long pastime. But reading takes mental energy and although it provides the purest of escapes it takes thought prowess to get there. Sometimes I just don’t have it in me.
Recently my family has been dealing with the shitty situation of a loved-one falling deeper and deeper into Alzheimer’s Disease. I wrote a little bit about that for my newspaper column here, but didn’t share many details.
Have you ever been in a children’s museum? Do you remember how they have a toy kitchen and other areas for make-believe? That’s kind of what a memory care unit is like for people with dementia, only not nearly as much fun. There’s a full size kitchen with nothing plugged in and no serving utensils in the cabinets (because somebody could be hurt.) There are living roomswith televisions nobody watches because it’s too difficult for people with dementia to follow story lines. The enclosed outside has paths for walking because one of the hallmarks of Alzheimer’s is wandering. The saddest part is the room with people slumped over in wheel chairs who are too far-gone to participate in life. But the important thing is that the facility is safe and provides quality care for adults whose minds are fading.
Probably this is too hard to talk about in a blog post. 😦 I’ll speak in meme instead:
It takes a lot of mental energy to process bad things happening to the people we love. I started reading Throne of Glass a couple of weeks ago and enjoyed the first few chapters, but haven’t read much since. Instead I’ve been doing other things I love like hiking, gardening, and hanging out with my kids.
In the evenings I’ve been watching “The Astronaut Wives Club” on Hulu. It’s “Mad Men” meets “Desperate Housewives” and completely addicting.