What's the Point?

It seems life is one big routine, day after day. Days pass, so fast. And, I so much look forward to much of the routine - probably dependent on the routine now - Vanilla latte, hot chocolate breakfast at Parkside cafe in Hinesburg, twenty minute ride over and back while listening to fifties music, nice wood contained roaring fire, exercise (snowshoed today), movies, steam, reading, and a little play with pictures. Shades up around 10am, down before sundown, and bed around 9pm.

One routine I am curious about - My, Minnesota Mike’s, My Pillows (two work for me) disappear from my bedside by the time I go to bed. I, by now, know the favorite stow-away places. Patty can’t imagine using them. I love My Pillows, and now have learned to live with the temporary, daily, disappearance. Maybe it is a cancel culture thing for Patty.

I don’t get the point, with Patty and My Pillow hatred … but there is much to appreciate about routine, living with Alzheimer's. With all the goodness of routine with Alzheimer’s, I haven’t figured out the solution to my nature and community needs. But, I don’t mean to complain - life is pretty damn good for me, all things considered.

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