I am home all day long doing the daily tasks and taking care of the necessary business from my Man Cave. I am a creative guy that works smart, and I spend allot of my time goofin' off wisely. In the Cave...
I attend more meetings than you can shake a stick at. They are all in the form of tele-conferences that take place on a daily basis. In the Cave...
I have over 15 true partners in various businesses that are spread about the country. I rarely see any of them and the half of them I have never even met face to face. Everything is accomplished and I communicate with all of them. In the Cave...
recording sessions and I collaborate with lots of musicians from all over. In the Cave...
If we feel like going to the local bar for a drink, we merely take ten steps to our left. Yup you guessed it. In the cave...
I have a killer convertible Cadillac that I love soooo much. I got it over 3 years ago and I have only put 3000 miles on it. Why you ask? Because I never fucking leave my cave.
Can you see there's the pattern here?
You are probably wondering what the hell is wrong with me...
From the moment I wake up, to the time I go to sleep... She's here. My Mother -in-law. Well sorta... Not sorta my Mother-in Law, sorta here. The spirit and body are still here, however the mind just ain't like it used to be. I guess when you are in your eighties, whether it's old age or Alzheimer's the mind seems to slip away a bit. Unfortunately for all of us in the household, the Alzheimer's has literally kicked the shit out of us. It's tough for me and even tougher for my wife. It's like having a full time child.
During the days of the depression and prohibition her family seemed to get by and then some with out even spending one thin dime. Starting at the meat from the butcher to the repairs on the family ride and everything in between. Even the ability to live above the law. Then again that would be a simple task, considering the fact that you supplied the Judge and half the police force with their juice during prohibition.
The stories of WW2 as a pre-teen were incredible. Little Mary and a gas mask on a mission for freedom. Personally assigned by Military elders to pre-dawn creepings in the dark. Good stuff...
Her wonder years at Garfield High (Yes... The Garfield High) and her pal, the Pachuco Gang leader Robert Telez. Ha! Keep in mind, she was tiny little white Armenian American girl with no foreign accent, or distinguishing physical attributes of anything but a little white girl. Not typically the type you see hanging out with gang bangers. I finally asked her how they became tight. She replied "He wasn't very smart and he sat right behind me in class, so I made it very easy for him to copy my work and never stopped him".
Well I guess it worked... She went right through high school well protected and without a worry of ever... eve... ever being picked on bothered.
Never heard much about the college days, however she was a whiz with numbers and went into accounting.
The lady was such a whiz with numbers she started a fourty year plus, run with the County where she met her soulmate and ended up running the accounting department for the entire county of Los Angeles
Mary didn't take any shit from anyone either... There wasn't a penny unaccounted for. If Mary smelled anything going on, she'd call them out, actually pissing several officials off. I am sure the scoundrels slipped a few things by her... including a $50,000 desk that I remember reading about. Hahn apparently slipped that one right under her nose. Some things never change lol
This by no means is any sort of eulogy as Mary is still kickin it, fiery as ever and just keeps going... and going.... and going. The reason I am documenting these these stories, is because Mary can't seem to find them in her memory banks anymore.
Alzheimer's Disease Sucks! To watch every stage progress right in front of our eyes, has taught us allot. Believe it! Not only have we been able to educate ourselves and realize what we have to look forward to as a Seniors. We have also learned patience. But best of all, rather than dwell in the negative, We have learned to take the art of dealing with Alzheimer's Disease to a whole new level.
Bare in mind, that some of you may find the following list of ways to have fun with Alzheimer's a little bizzarre, twisted or even a little rotten... However, everything is in good fun. If it's not fun it gets rather depressing.
Besides, she is the latter phase, so we have more fun than with the early stages. Plus, the woman can take it, as well as dish it out.
1. Make up a new language and stick to it for a couple of minutes and wait for a response.
2. Go along with everything and join the journey. Some of the funniest things come out.
3. Remember Abbot and Costello's famous "Whos on first" bit? Try that one for 15 minutes or so.
4. When serving meals.. Knock before entering. When asked who it is, answer, "Room Service" Enter the room and introduce yourself as a random foreign waiter with a different accent for each meal.
5. Sometimes they are very stubborn when it comes to showering and hygiene. Big Bertha, our imaginary 300lb bearded nurse that gets the job done, tends to coax her to freshen up a bit.
6. Ask them to make you lunch, or maybe not.
7. To keep them occupied, recommend a good movie and put it on. When it's over, recommend the same good move and watch them enjoy over and over and over... as they will enjoy it just like the first
8. Paper Party! It amazes me how much fun they are. Give em a roll of toilet paper or a big stack of napkins and watch them happily pass the time away.
9. Ahhh the endless search for a missing child... They only last a few moments, but we cherish them greatly.
You are probably wondering why only nine... Well its due to the fact that everyone does lists of 10.
Until next time...
Disclaimer: Real Army of Moms takes real life parental situations and sheds a little humor on them despite the subject matter. If you can't laugh and don't find us amusing... Beat it!