Illogical Us

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Yesterday and Today Himself: Got through almost all his wrecks by dinner time Monday. Simply amazing. Tuesday he brought home only two to finish. He’s getting much better at this. Herself: No more seven o’clock PT appointments. I woke at 4 am thinking, and I was up way before the alarm at 5 worrying about getting things done in time to make it all the places I needed to go….silly me. Printed item to be read, therapy and last day with this therapist, writing workshop, home and corrected things, wrote, and wrote, and suddenly became aware I was flat out cold. Dinner…high fat, high salt, high fiber, and high fun: Noodles, cabbage, and Kielbasa. And best of all, our 8 pm television. By NCIS, I was coming down with Bronchitis, and by this morning a sinus was yelling at me too. If I am worse by this afternoon, I’ll call the doc.

There’s no rationale to our behaviors. It’s been decided that our day officially ends at eight pm Thursdays. Kapoof. That’s it. No matter what’s happening, no matter the state of the world, whatever work G has left to do, or the condition of the neighborhood, all activity stops at eight on Tuesday nights for a television show.

Once when television was in its infancy, families grabbed their dinners early and would gather together in front of their new GE’s or Philco’s to watch Uncle Miltie on the Texaco Star Theater. Tuesday nights at eight. Doesn’t that ring a bell. These days, we have a chance to eat just a little slower before we head upstairs for our television Tuesday nights at eight.

First, we turn on the space heater and three computers. He finishes anything left over from work. I have a chance to read a few notes and leave a few notes on blogs. Then one of us gets up from our computers. We turn them off…actually off. He goes downstairs to make the morning coffee, and I pull out tables and put them next to the bed on each side. There’s water handy, sugarless cough drops, old fashioned chair backs behind us, a book for commercials, and so we settle in on the bed for an evening of television.

It’s NCIS night. This show is turning us into a pair of virtual veggies as we cheer on the good guys. NCIS LA is improving this season, so we stay watching just as if we were amazed and glued to the vaudeville gags of Uncle Miltie. The routines were old then and are old now. Often we know what’s going to happen around the next corner, but we like the characters. Often we know the plot just as we knew Uncle Miltie’s jokes. Every week we are ready. We wouldn’t miss this for the world.

Oh, what have we come to.

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Arizona news close to home:

Ronni Bennett, who writes a blog on elder issues, at Time Goes By tells us that: Elderblogger Ashleigh Burrows was one of the shooting victims in Tucson on Saturday. Her daughter has updated Ashleigh's blog, The Burrow, day before yesterday and yesterday too. Her mother was shot three times, and the response of love and caring has been overwhelming and appreciated. She has come through the latest surgery in fine fettle, but I am sure a note would be appreciated.