Here's a screenshot of the Boud story, from way back, 2010, so very few readers will have read it, since I've had quite a turnover of readership over the years.
Amazing what people believe that ain't so. I notice in the opening, the reference to my age, then 71! I'd have been astonished to know I was still going to be here, well and walking and causing trouble and buying green bananas, fifteen years later.
That was written at the hardest period of the care giving, after HP became virtually quadriplegic, when my doctors were warning me darkly that the caregiver is often the first to go, from stress and exhaustion. This caregiver seems to have survived and thrived.
I know Handsome Partner was still able to eat well, at the time of this writing, because the picture shows grapes and oranges, for him. He loved grapes, little bunch with cheddar cheese and crackers mid afternoon with his meds. That morphed into the solo afternoon tea I still do.
I used to supreme the oranges for him, which he very much appreciated, easy for him, with limited use of his hands, to eat and enjoy. Nice memories there. I don't get any practice in supreming nowadays, since I can't tolerate oranges. A skill in abeyance.
A skill that's continuing is the ruggy thing
Happy day everyone, let's be there for each other.
