Saturday, November 16, 2013 Did you grow up in St. Henri.....

A spectacular day....warm, sunny, almost unbelievable in this month of what my elementary school teacher used to call NOWONDER, as it seemed that it was always awful and therefore so was our work, ...but not today, it was cloudless, blue and beautiful so  after Mac and I went to a Christmas Bazaar, we walked all along the lake - t'was super...the ambiance was such that as we strolled we enjoyed everything, the cute dog with his coat on, standing up in a cart being pulled along by a guy all in black leather on his  motor bike radio blasting  cool music...children pushing their scooters, and teens walking hand in hand, and of course oldies like us...walking hand in hand...when out of the blue, Mac said, Did you grow up in ST. HENRI??

Well, no i didn't, i grew up in Park Extension, mac said, well i grew up in St. Henri, i said, "I know",...oh - how did you know?  he replied..  So then I went into our usual ....how we met at pine beach, how he saved the day for me, by giving me my sweater, when I ripped my bathing suit geting out of the rowboat...then driving me home to my friend's home on lakeshore road...on the bar of his bike...we then tried to figure out, or I did, our ages at that time..can't believe it...I was 15 he was 17 ...i remember that day and that summer, and i thought i was really mature..ha.  Mac said, you remember everything so well...then I go into the other litany...how he has lost his memory, much like a person with amnesia...so i am trying to remember everything for him...and as usual he says...well do you remember my mother...I thought i saw her the other day...

It's really amazing how these themes stay with him just about every day, the good thing is that where he used to cry when I'd say, Mac, our moms are gone now...we are the oldies, you are 83 I am 81...he now replies, oh yes you're right. Then he always says,  Funny, though I thought i saw my mom, right in the place where we live.  When we returned back to our place, i realized, he is right, there is a lady, who resembles his mom that sits downstairs every day...so I went over closer rather than just waving hello, and said hello to her..and Mac said hello, .after we left i said to mac, she looks a little like your mom, don't you think.   He said,mmmm no I don't think so...oh well, tried.

As long as we are together, and as long as i'm always in good mood - which is really necessary, he is fine...he can't stand to see me sad, or cross...so it works two ways, as if i'm o.k. he is o.k. he can sit for quite some time, waiting as he did today at the bazaar watching the people, i sit him well back, he can't stand too much noise, feels that he is necessary, as he holds my stuff, and knows that way I'm sure to come back to him...and as I leave the same little refrain follows me, 'don't get lost:...Now i have to work on this theme, that is, to make it clear that I have to go out sometime by myself...and he should relax, and know that I will come back...maybe I can give him some task,  dry dishes ???or something that he does anyway, but that is the only kind of thing he does besides carrying my laundry to the washing machine...this is my big problem, leaving ..and i have to be out Tues and Wed. of this coming week...maybe leave him with some pictures to show debbie and explain...if he can.. as well as the dishes...

one funny thing that had me laughing today, i was helping him as usual with his clothing when he was in the bathroom and my cold clammy hand touched his warm bare waist...he jumped and said..."hey', i said oh sorry my hands are kind of cold...he said.."darn right, don't touch me anywhere else down there o.k.'...well hey i don't intend to...and we both roared i guess you'd have to be there....oh well, i take my laughs any way i can...I need them.

So time to watch t.v. for a bit...i wish he could follow the story, but he tries,  i'm on computer early tonight and he's waiting, for me to answer my emails here...so bye for now.