Weekly Photo Challenge: FLEETING MOMENTS

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My nieces with their Dad, feeding the what’s-its-name feathered friend

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Kids Say The Darndest Things (Or How My Nieces Clobbered Me With Their Wit)

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Alex, seven years old with Tita Eva and Andrea, four years old

SCENE 1  (Alex trying to show me and Andrea some asanas in yoga)

Alex:  Tita Eva, this is the ‘tree pose’ in yoga. This is a very dangerous pose because some people might cut me and turn me into paper.

Andrea: Yeah, they’re gonna turn you into toilet paper!

SCENE 2 (Alex and Andrea trying to get to know me better)

Andrea: How old are you Tita Eva?

Tita Eva: How old do you think I am?

Andrea: Would you be 54?

Tita Eva: I don’t like your answer. No beach treat for you.

Andrea: Oh no! But I thought I saw some white hair!

Alex:  Yeah, the white hair that the hair color failed to cover.

Tita Eva: Aaaargh! Take these kids back to Canada!

Living With Grandma: “They Stole My Purse!”

Living With Grandma: “They Stole My Purse” a post from the blog of Casey Kurlander. Accusations of theft is one of the earler signs of Alzheimer’s Disease.

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From time to time I will post stories that I have written about my grandmother, Betty Collura.  I lived with her for about 14 months in 2006-2007, and it was during this time that she started showing the early signs of Alzheimer’s disease. It was an interesting time with many significant ups and downs, but I have a unique story to tell for almost every single day.

 May, 2006

After tossing and turning for the past three or four hours, I had finally managed to drift into a light sleep when I sensed someone creep up and stare at me.  I pulled the thick white down comforter over my face in an attempt to block the sunlight and hide even though I was burning up.  A second later I peeked out, directing my eyes to the doorway to see that she was still there and then over to the clock. …

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Alzheimer’s Patient: 3 Tips for Getting Along

Weekly Photo Challenge: CREATE

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My friend, just back from a Hindu spiritual journey in Mount Abu in Rajashtan visited with me in the office one afternoon. She knew about my fascination about Indian culture. She did not comprehend the extent of my entanglement until I showed her how, with the help of a photographer friend Ricky, I tried to create and fashion myself into an Indian woman complete with the saree, pallu and accessories including the tikka. The make-up however was incomplete because at the time of the shoot, I did not know where to buy the kajal, the black eyeliner used mostly by Indian women.

Weekly Photo Challenge: CREATE

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When my son was little, he used to tag along with me for my quick dashes to the grocery to buy his Papa’s extra crisp starch sprays for his shirts. While lining up at the cashier’s, Enzo left my side. Just when it was my turn to pay, he pulled me and led me to a corner to show me this. If it doesn’t melt a mother’s heart?

Never mind if I have to go to the end of the line again.

Interview with Alzheimer Sufferer ‘You Turn Into a Person You Don’t Know Anymore’

Interview with Alzheimer Sufferer ‘You Turn Into a Person You Don’t Know Anymore’ from the blog of Medsooda

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Interview with Alzheimer Sufferer ‘You Turn Into a Person You Don’t Know Anymore’
By Beate Lakotta, March 1, 2010

Psychology professor Richard Taylor. The American academic has written about his life with Alzheimer's.Jürgen Georg: Psychology professor Richard Taylor. The American academic has written about his life with Alzheimer’s.

Former psychology professor Richard Taylor was diagnosed with dementia at the age of 58. Since then he has written a book about his experiences and gone on to become a passionate advocate for humane care of those with Alzheimer’s. He talks to SPIEGEL about how his life, his relationships and his perception of the world have changed.

Richard Taylor, America’s most famous Alzheimer’s activist, lives in a typical middle-class, single-occupier suburb in Houston, Texas. Taylor, a psychology professor, was 58 years old when he was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s-type dementia in 2001. Soon after that, in order to better understand what was happening to him, he began writing on a daily basis. These documents became the…

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Self Defense: A ‘Solo Traveler’s’ Close Encounters With Octogenarian Tourists in The Elevator

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In a recent travel, I found myself in the elevator with a young Hispanic couple and an octogenarian American couple. The two Hispanics were arguing where to have dinner that night in very animated Spanish. They could not seem to agree as the woman wanted to go out, but the man apparently wanted to dine in one of the restaurants in the hotel so they would finish early and he could watch Euro 2012 on TV. The guy was leaning against the open elevator door so that all five of us were stuck there and the elevator was not moving at all. When finally the couple reached an agreement (hotel restaurant it was), the woman pressed the 21st floor and we all heaved a sigh of relief.

When there were just the three of us, the old lady gave me a look an asked, ‘Do you young lady always travel alone?”

‘Well, not all the time, Ma’am but almost always I do’

‘Oh that’s why! That’s why you’re wearing that kind of ring. For self-defense!’

Now, many of those who know me and those who have followed my posts may have already known about my quirky sense of fashion. That night I was wearing a short little black dress. And because it was too plain, I accessorized with this eye catching cocktail ring, I wore this cocktail ring in my middle finger. And because it really was big, it covered partly my point and ring fingers.

I laughed at her observation and said ‘Yeah, this could really give a mean black eye’

‘You bet it can. You never know what goes on in the world these days!’, she said rolling her eyes and then giving me a wink.

Just then, her husband chimed in and said ‘Look honey, even her shoes are for self defense too!’ as they both looked at my black strapped stilettos.

Now, this really sent me laughing out loud. I don’t know if what they said about my fashion sense was good or bad  but I countered, ‘Yes, I could really give a mean roundhouse kick with this one!’ and went on laughing.

They smiled and waved back at me and were still talking about my self defense ring and my self defense shoes when they reached their stop on the 35th, one of the executive floors, as the elevator doors closed to take me to my room to the top floor.