Neighbors..

I don't know if I'm just getting older or what. I try to keep things in perspective. Don't sweat the small stuff and all. I am no longer a neighbor person. I don't want to see them, I don't want to hear them. I certainly don't want to hear their children.

Not having been a parent myself, Ive learned (mostly via my sister and a couple of friends) that parenting must be tough. Just do it on your side of the fence please. I've heard horror stories from friends about parents who leave their kids with them for hours on end, with no prior notice. They drive drunk with them. They let them run amok. I know, I know not all of them. But there has been a decline. It's palpable. Even as a witness and neighbor.

I did want to be a parent once upon a time. But since cancer intervened, it didn't happen. Now that I see how tough it is in the world, I think I'm relieved a little. People have lost their manners. The world has changed, and though I'm happy to still be in it, I'm kinda glad I'm not just starting out.

But I digress. Get me outta this neighborhood. There it is..NEIGHBORHOOD.  I want a little place, not in a NEIGHBORHOOD. With a fence, and a yard, and peaceful quiet place to enjoy the sounds that aren't your kids in my yard!

So now..it's bad.

Actually it's been bad a long time. My dad, my rock, the man who fixes everything, has dementia. They say it's the gift that keeps on taking. Boy is it.
Bean and I get through every day, barely, not knowing what the new day will bring. So far, with the help of drugs, he seems to stay the same albeit vague and extremely forgetful. We're happy that he's still here. In spite of the disease.

The two of us have decided to do the memory walk. For him. For us. For the future us. For Alzheimer's. God Bless us everyone.