G. & I got up after watching the news for a time, had breakfast, gambled a little more then left for home.
I've never understood some peoples fear of their own birthday. Me, I love 'em. The only years I don't like are the "9's." Not quite sure why, just don't. Oh well, on to another year of whatever comes my way. BRING IT ON!
Sadly, we are going to be moving my mom into an "adult care" residence. She's just more than the assisted living place she's at now can handle. I haven't seen it yet but will be tomorrow. My sis says it's really nice. She'll have her own room, her own furniture, all meals and activities. I guess she'll make the 6th resident and they only take up to 10. Lots of attention for her, a Dr. that comes once a month and is on-call and comes to them as needed. Whew!
It's kinda on my way home from work so I can stop by there and see her to take care of her pill machine when I get off early. G. & I are really glad to have found this place for her. Though, really sad it's come to this. However, they can take care of her all the way through her stages of dementia and ultimate release from this world.
I really heap blessings on these folks for being able to handle this kind of calling. I don't think I could do it, myself. It takes a special heart. (heavy sigh.)
This is such a hard thing, the end of life living. Dementia getting a hold of your mind, twisting, turning, distorting and finally forgetting everything. The meanness that I'm figuring can be attributed to the frustration and fear of not being able to remember. The accusations of theft, the self-pity parties, the tossing away of money to each & every butt-head with a hand out or story real or imagined, the list goes on & on. So very frightening. If this is it, I honestly don't want it. To live this long in another, sad world. Yuck. My niece says that she's putting both of us (me & my sis) in a home.
Wish us luck.
Did you know that a 21 year study was done on seniors and was reported in the New England Journal of Medicine in 2003 showed that seniors who participated in ballroom style dance showed a reduced risk of dementia of up to 76%! It was the only physical activity to show any reduction.
They studied running, swimming, golf and found that, initially, while learning the skills to play or participate in these activities, once learned, it was only repetition of the same thing over and over again. However, with the dancing it showed that due to the constant changing of direction, movement patterns and partners that there was constant, rapid decision making happening, keeping the neural pathways open & firing.
Then, of course, "they" figured it was only the men who received all of these benefits until they realized that the women were; 1) having to figure out what & where the man leading was headed without verbal cues 2) the women were doing it backwards! Take that, "They".
Other things that helped reduce the risk of dementia included, crossword puzzles, Sudoku's.
I can't help but assume that most any type of dance is going to help with this risk reduction. Learning, performing, adding on, then on to something different after a short period of time. Yes, the dance steps can return again and again but the patterns in which they're choreographed in to change. Yay for dance!
Now on to food, YAY! I picked up a beautiful chuck roast to make a pot roast with this week. Also picked up some steaks and pork chops too. Put some of the chops in the freezer but I'll grill up a couple along with the steaks tonight. Have 'em for dinner over the next week. Of course I'll be using Buck & Judy's Dang Rubs on 'em.
I grilled the steaks with B & J's rub # 23 (sweet smokey fire) & the chops with # 39 (sweet java heat, yes, it's got espresso in it). I ate a steak last night Purrrrr-fect! I ate my steak & salad while watching my GIANTS win game 5 of the world series. Now they're on their way back to Kansas City. It's been a fabulous World Series. I can't wait 'til Tues. night to see what happens. Both teams are fighting with everything they've got. Great match up.
Peace out everyone.