Day to relax...

Church day. I don't know about my t, but that routine of getting up, showering, getting breakfast, going to church, sitting through church, then going home to cook lunch tuckers me out. I waste away the rest of the day. Today, we watched pro golf championship. Can you believe Tiger Woods shot 18 over par? That's an extra shot at each hole! I guess there were too many girls in the crowd. He couldn't focus on the million dollars that awaited the winner. :-)

Bob's memory was ok today, except, when I tried to talk to him about commodity stuff during golf. He kept referring to open trade equity as the amount money each hole is worth in a golf tournament. Hence, I didn't learn anything about commodity stuff.

We worked on a puzzle today, how many words can you get out of the word September that are five letters or more. Bob thought of quite a few good ones like, pester. See, his brain is still there; it just the short-term memory that sucks.

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Good good day...

What makes today any different than other days? Yesterday was frustrating with my t not remembering things. Now, today he remembered most things? Some of his humor is returning too.

I have to remind myself, too, to not talk for him. I've been doing that for a year and a half. I have been his brain for so long, I feel like an "ole bitty" who answers everything a person asks of him, even if the person is looking directly at Bob.

We went to the driving range this evening. We still had a basket of balls to finish up. Zachary helped today. Zachary was working on his placement of the ball by trying to hit a bird that was sitting on the ground. The bird must have had many golfers try the same thing, because it dodged the rolling balls quite well. :-)

Fellow brokers are helping us to solve the problem we are having with finding a new company to take on Bob's business. Once again, the friendships Bob has never ceases to amaze me.

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Another interesting day...

I had another interesting morning. No, I didn't set any alarms off or blow things up. I got a phone call from an attorney to testify at a hearing for a person I tested for Voc Rehab three years ago. The testing I do is to help determine what types of training or careers the client will be successful doing. I do cognitive testing, so, if a person says they want to be a rocket scientist, but they measure an IQ score of 70; then 9.99999999 chances it ain't going to happen.

Anyway, this attorney called me and wanted me at the court house in 45 minutes. Now, mind you, I tested the client 3 years ago, which means, I hadn't look at his report for three years, and I'm in a wheelchair, and when I try to move fast, my body automatically goes slower. Zachary to the rescue!

When I got to the court room, I was given a few minutes to review the client's report. Parts of his reading sucked and parts didn't. The opposing attorney was trying to get me to say that the client was able to understand what he was able to read. What the attorney doesn't understand is there is a lot more to reading than being able to pronounce words. The client was able to sound out words but comprehension was way way low. I told the attorney that I could probably sound out and say words in another language, but would have no clue what it meant. (I don't think that's what he wanted to hear.)

Also, the opposing attorney tried to get me to say that emails that he showed me were written by the client. I said that even though the email came from the client's email address, I didn't know if he wrote it or not. It could have been typed by someone else. Again, not what the attorney wanted me to say.

All in all, I think I did ok. Zachary went with me. He said that would have been tough, because the questions were on-the-spot, and I had to come up with quick answers. No room for fibbing.

When it comes to memory, Bob is getting so angry and frustrated with his. However, he did remember to write some things down today on his "to do" list all on his own.

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I have to stop thinking negatively...

Damn-it. I'm starting to think negatively like the other "doubting Thomas's" around me. Many times today I sighed when Bob said we were in Sioux Falls and argued with me. I know, it's just one day. I'm confident, a year from now, I'll look back at this blog and say, "Imagine that." He was tired. He's even going to let me standing at the alter. :( He told my son that we were getting married here in Roseburg until I said, "Plover". Then, he said, "Oh, that's right."

I looked at pictures of my t that I took a year ago. He had such a look on his face that he had an empty head. Wow, "Imagine that."

Bob is still complaining that his foot is painful. That makes it difficult for him to walk. I guess it's appointment time.

Decision #2...

A few weeks ago I mentioned to keep us in your prayers, because we are faced with times of making life decisions. Decision #1 was to set a date to get married, which we did. That was a good thing. Today, we face decision #2. Bob is ready to return to trading. (We've been getting up at 5:30am every weekday in order for the markets to open at 7am. We've set up mock scenarios for trading, and we've studied the CBOT self-study guide (which Bob receives 100% on most quizzes).) However, the company that Bob does his trading with is not ready for him to return. The decision we need to make is, what to do.

You know, as I type this, the situation reminds me of all the negativity that I've encountered alone this year-long journey. It reminds me of that staff meeting that I went to at the VA where I was livid that everyone claimed that Bob couldn't do anything cognitively. grrr...

One thing Bob said this afternoon is,"Thank goodness I forget things, because I have been doing work with ADMIS for thirty years, and they're telling me to "f***" off. I'm glad I don't remember the phone conversation, because I don't want to be continuously angry." I wish I had that ability. :-)

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Yesterday, OJ, today, smoke alarms...

Oh my heavens, today started like yesterday! Yesterday, the can of OJ concentrate exploded, and this morning, I set the smoke detectors off while cooking breakfast. HA! I tried to open the kitchen window to let some of the smoke out, but it wouldn't open. It seems that Bob and I didn't clean all of the OJ off the window. It became very sticky in the crease of the window. The window became "glued" shut. Nothing like getting the adrenalin flowing?

Pluver, Iowa does have a church, and it so happens to be a Methodist church, which is what Bob is a member. I'm Catholic, but I don't care about the rules. All my concerns are to be wedded to my t in a church's eyes under God.

Mark your calenders for May 14, 2011 in Pluver, Iowa. I don't think you need directions. Pluver's population is 95 people. I'm sure if you drive to the town, then look left and right as you drive down the main street, you'll see the church. I did say I wanted a country church. I don't think you can get more country than that.

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Fermented OJ...

Did you ever have a can of orange juice concentrate explode? I did, this morning. The expiration date on the can was Jan. 2012. My mind was set that the juice concentrate was ok. As I pulled the ring off, the lid popped loudly and OJ flew all over the kitchen. I found it 20 feet away from where I opened it.

I set the can in the sink; it continued to bubble over the sides of the can. The OJ was quite fermented. I have never seen that happen before, have you?

Bob and I decided on Pluver, Iowa as a place to get married. Seeing that the population is 95, I need to do some research to see if there is a church there.

Bob's memory is getting longer; however, he still doesn't know the layout of our house.

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