Author: alwaysbridging

Delightful Dementia

Have you ever played games with me? Then you know I’m competitive. A bit of a stickler for the rules too. Plus I know how to cheat. And, to my credit, I can choose a game that fits developmentally, for the youngsters at least.

But what about for the young-at-heart? And the young-in-mind? Is this proclivity transferable?

What does it take to loosen up and play with the elders? Let them skip turns? And really enjoy how they encourage each other with a “Good job!” every now and then. I even noticed when one of Mom’s friends remembered another detail about playing dominoes.

My need to control relaxed. So did my heart. “Cheating” at its best ruled the day.

After two-plus hours on the phone hunting down Mom’s delinquent 1099 and an appointment with her podiatrist, we definitely deserved a reward. Kid cones at Dick’s would not suffice.

So I introduced her to shrimp boats: open-faced white bread slathered with mayonnaise and piled high with crustaceans and leafy lettuce, all bathed in fresh dill and lemon juice.

After returning from Norway, I found the simple delicacy at Scandinavian Specialties in Ballard near Mom’s adult family home.

She lapped up every morsel. Who knew? I’d wager she likes the Lapland specialty as much as she adores ice cream and crab cakes.

We’ve had four delicious days of sunshine in a row, in March, here in the Pacific Northwest. Such that we have resurrected our outdoor cushions and side tables. We’ve enjoyed a few meals outside together too.

What could possibly be more scrumptious?

Returning books to the library at just the moment this jewel was shelved. Then reading it cover-to-cover in one sitting. Well, I did move from porch to deck to yard, stretched like a cat does, tinkled, and refilled my iced tea once or twice.

Every bike ride I hear comments about my helmet—“Nice lid” and “Like your helmet”—as I pass by. Wonder if they think I’m queer…or that I support all? Either way is fine with me.

A while back, my daughter asked, “Ever been attracted to women, Mom?” I don’t think so but I was curious and open to the possibility.

Last year, while traveling, I pondered her question. First, we traveled south from here and found more attractive Latinos. Next, to the Middle East, and the handsome Arab men started standing out. And later, on another trip, the tall, sturdy Norwegian guys. My word!

I’m one who notices. Why not? As they say, even though I’ve already ordered, I can still look at the menu.

It’s clear. I’m a 9 or 10 on a gay-straight continuum.

And while I might look, I never act. I’ve chosen my foxy man; he’s pedaling alongside.

Happy Birthday, Mom❣️

(2 cakes + 4 friends + 96 years ) Sunshine = 1 grateful heart while watching one’s mother beam