Dear Readers, Call me crazy, maybe. But Beau’s legs were at the beach with us in Maine. “Oh, Gal,” you’re probably saying, “those could have been anyone’s dad’s legs.” No, I tell you. NO! My dad had very distinct legs. I’d know them anywhere. Oh-so white. Oh-so long and slender. Oh-such quirky gargantuan knees. Plus,…
Tag: Alzheimer’s
In Praise of Napping
Dear Sleepyheads, Not only was my father Gator Man, but he also was King of the Nap. Beau could nap anywhere anytime. Even sometimes while driving a car–which terrified the heck out of us kids, and got us driving at a very early age. In fact, I drove long portions of trips to Virginia when…
It’s not Alzheimer’s, it’s pop culture overload
Dear Everyone, I find this comforting. Maybe much of my memory is wrapped up in song lyrics. My hard-drive is just full. Love, Muskrat Susie (and with lyrics like those taking up space in my head, no wonder it’s hard to remember where I put the car keys.)
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