One Day At A Time  

ButteryDelight 58F
1961 posts
7/11/2006 11:51 am

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One Day At A Time

This hasn’t really been a Terrific Tuesday nor has it been a Terrible Tuesday. If you’ll remember from another blog post of mine called Dog Day Tuesday, this is my day to work for Rosie and Rolf. For those of you who haven’t read that post I inserted the link here for ya. Dog Day Tuesday It might be a good idea to read that post as it gives a lot of background into this couple that I take care of on Tuesdays and Thursdays.

Today started off in a calm and relaxed manner. I fixed them a breakfast of French toast and bacon then Rosie went to get her hair done and Rolf seemed to be having one of his rare good days where he knows who I am and who he is. I was hopeful that Rolf and I would be able to spend some time talking while I went about the house doing the chores. I really like talking to him as he has some very good stories to tell. Not only does Rolf tell good stories, but also he listens well and is very wise with the advice he offers.

As I was finishing up washing the dishes I noticed how quiet the house suddenly sounded. Usually I hear the T.V. going in Rolf’s room or I hear him muttering to himself as he walks around the house. This not hearing anything was beginning to really creep me out. My inner voice warned me that I’d better go investigate the sudden quiet so I went to look for Rolf. I found him in the back bedroom changing clothes. He was fussing because he couldn’t get his tie on straight. Well, I am not great at tying ties either but I offered to help straighten his. As I was trying to straighten his tie I asked him why he was getting so dressed up. He replied that he always dressed up to go to town. GO TO TOWN!?? Those words just froze my heart for a minute. I casually asked, why he wanted to go to town and Rolf replied that he had to buy some 2x6’s to finish making a bookshelf. If you have read the other post you know that Rolf has Macular Degeneration. He is not supposed to be sawing or planing wood, and he definitely is not supposed to be driving a car, as he doesn’t even have a driver’s license. I tried to gently remind him of those facts but he was stubbornly bent on getting the wood and nothing I had to say was going to talk him out of it. It wasn’t that Rolf’s Alzheimer’s was causing him to act this way. Oh no, it was Rolf himself who had decided he was going to do this. Seeing as how I couldn’t talk him out of it, I offered to drive to the hardware store and get the wood for him. That was a big mistake as he only became more stubborn, insisting that he could drive and choose and purchase his own wood thank you very much. Rolf then demanded the keys to the van.

At first I tried to act like I didn’t know where the keys were but Rolf saw through me pretty quickly, as I never have been good at telling lies. Of course I knew where the van keys were. They were in Rosie’s extra purse. I finally gave up and went to get Rosie’s purse. Rosie happened to have several sets of old keys in her purse and for a while I was able to delay Rolf leaving by giving him the wrong sets of keys. But, he eventually caught on to that and threatened to hot wire the van if I didn’t give him the keys. I reluctantly gave him the correct set of keys and with my heart threatening to burst through my chest, I watched him get into the van, start it up and back out of the driveway. As soon as he turned onto the side street I rushed for my car, got in it and took off after him. I called Rosie on my cell phone and told her what was happening. I hated to upset her that way but felt like she needed to know in case anything bad happened to Rolf. Luckily, I was able to catch up to Rolf in a matter of minutes because he drives very slowly. I stayed on Rolfs tail all the way to the hardware store, waited for him to come back out and followed him all the way home. When he pulled into the driveway Rosie was waiting for him with her hands on her hips and an angry expression on her face. I just went inside and sat on the sofa while she went at it. I had already said all there was to say on Rolf driving and sometimes Rosie has a greater impact on Rolf then I do.

When they eventually came inside I noticed that Rosie had the keys to the van. Rolf went to take a shower and Rosie and I sat down to discuss what happened. Rosie didn’t blame me for Rolf’s behavior, which I was pleased about. Between the both of us, we decided to hide the van keys in a place that Rolf would never look for them. We chose her panty drawer. We talked for a few minutes more on how hard growing older is. Especially when the body goes before the mind does and the mind doesn’t understand why the body can’t do what it once did.

As we ended the conversation and my day with her, I asked how she handled living with Rolf, like he is now. Rosie pointed to a plaque on the wall. The plaque said,

I’m only human
I’m just a woman
Yesterday’s gone
And tomorrow may never be mine
Lord, help me do what I can do
and take one day at a time

That seems like excellent advice to me. I am going to follow it especially as I wait to find out about my sister. I hope you will do the same. Why borrow trouble by worrying about tomorrow and what if?

So, here I am, one hand in God’s, one hand I hope being held by my friends as I take one day at a time.

wickedeasy 67F  
26878 posts
7/11/2006 12:32 pm

squeezes her hand

i like Rolf - he will not go gently into that good night


You cannot conceive the many without the one.

ButteryDelight 58F

7/11/2006 11:06 pm

    Quoting wickedeasy:
    squeezes her hand

    i like Rolf - he will not go gently into that good night

Squeezes, WE hand back. Thanks for holding my hand.

I like Rolf too. He is a neat person. Even when he is being stubborn.
And he resists getting old with all of his might.

Buttery Delight

ButteryDelight 58F

7/12/2006 5:39 am

    Quoting rm_mzhunyhole:
    Like my woman Janis says..Get it while ya may not be here tomorrow...I always enjoy your lil stories.
Thank you MizHuny. I enjoy your blog a great deal

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