Fresh air – this is our life

Sitting in the sun

Yesterday, I was thinking about what it would be like spending the afternoon on a river- facing bench across the 78th Street bridge. These were late night thoughts and late night sadnesses. There was sadness in the thought; I couldn’t do so without missing Burt who frequently sat with me on that bench. It hadContinue reading “Sitting in the sun”

Good fortune

What’s a chapter of your life you’d title “The Hard Years” — and what got you through it? The obvious answer would be the journey I took with Burt once he was diagnosed with Lewy Body. The journey, as it turns out, had so many positives. It brought out a side of me I hadn’tContinue reading “Good fortune”

Watch Burt talks coffee break 2023

This is one of two videos I have of Burt. Two videos in which I can hear his voice. The cellphone has me made others with the phone’s choice of musical score. I uploaded this to my Vimeo feed today. Click below to see (and hear): There’s two people involved, Burt tells me. It’s aContinue reading “Watch Burt talks coffee break 2023”

News? Not much

My love thinks he met yet one more new wife. Today, this gave him qualms. Briefly. Can I have more than one wife at a time? I said you’re the exception to the rule. It’s ok for you. He is very happy with this one. She’s mostly nice to him; an exception to that wasContinue reading “News? Not much”

Conjuring Dickens

Not only is Burt emotional (as documented here before), but he is capable of having a multitude of conflicting feelings at once. It was the best. It was the worst. All on one occasion. He has no filter, so he isn’t shy about letting me have it. Nor in the least non-plussed at sharing aContinue reading “Conjuring Dickens”

Going home

It’s a mystery to most of us, but come sundown or thereabouts our pwd will fervently express a desire to “go home.” Oh, honey, good news we’re here. Burt’s response “I’ll take your word for it.” Yes, we don’t have to travel or anything. There are other occasions when he’s eager to go home. AsContinue reading “Going home”