Periodically, over several years writing this blog, I’ve posted about the occasional “good things” that are a part of our dementia journey, my husband’s and mine. Another became apparent two days ago.
In addition to being totally flattened by the outcome of the presidential election, I was steamrolled by an intestinal bug. As we sat at the dinner table Friday evening, Peter started making silly faces at me. Apparently I was lost, thinking dark thoughts while waiting for him to finish his pork barbecue and cole slaw. It hadn’t taken me long to eat half a baked potato.
When he finally got my attention he asked, “What’s wrong?”
I’m sure I sighed. “Just thinking about the election,” I said.
He nodded. “What will happen?” he asked.
“I dunno’.” Another sigh.
“Do you think he’ll win?”‘
What? Wait! Really? Admittedly, my English husband never got his U.S. citizenship, has never voted here, but didn’t he understand the election was over? He did not. All my ranting and carrying on in recent months, the enormous photo of the president-elect on the front page Wednesday morning, the endless news reports I’d watched, us watching Secretary Clinton’s concession speech together, none of that had soaked in?
But see, that’s a good thing. He doesn’t remember while I wish I couldn’t.
Header photo: Post election sun still shines.