Part of Aging

I'm always afraid of getting Alzheimer's. When I was younger, I watched a movie about a man and his family dealing with his Alzheimer's; although the movie was a drama, it had its comedic moments. In the movie, the daughter-in-law drew arrows on post-it notes to show her father-in-law (the one with Alzheimer's) where to go around the house. The funny moments came when these post-it notes fall off or get pasted the wrong way. It was funny for the viewer, but not so funny for the characters. Then I wondered if my family will learn to laugh when times get tough. I guess when that happens, I have nothing left but God and laughter, both keeping me sane.

I try to play online word and logic puzzles daily; some people call me nerdy for doing so, but when those people start finding cucumbers in their bathroom cabinets or buying a jar of pickles every day, I'll have the last laugh. Besides, nerds are better than geeks, so as long as I'm a nerd, I'm fine.

On a different topic, maybe related or maybe not, last night, D was cooking at the stove and used chopsticks to transfer the food from the pot to the bowls. He put down the chopsticks to move the bowls from the kitchen counter to the dinner table, using both his hands (these were massive bowls). Then he went back to the kitchen counter for his chopsticks, so he can use them for eating. They were gone! We counted all our chopsticks to confirm that one pair was missing. We searched in the sink, under mats, in the cupboards, in the crevices between the stove and the counters, in the fridge; basically, we looked in every nook and cranny we could think of. We even looked outside of the kitchen and dining area. It is the strangest sensation to know that our chopsticks are somewhere in the house, but we don't know where.

When my mind starts playing tricks on me, it's worrisome. But when household items are in on the game, it's over.