Hey all,
It is a quiet morning after the rains that fell last night. It was warm and humid, and as I escorted my two dogs out into the backyard, I noticed that the grass seed I planted under my only big shade tree had sprouted. I am planting grass that will grow in the shade in sections because the shade under that tree is so dark ordinary grass resists growing. I managed three tomato plants and a pepper plant, and they are doing well. I have a French tarragon plant that has taken root, too. In front, the flowers in baskets are blooming.
My wife was okay with her annual check-up, aside from the cognitive issues, of course. My renewed efforts to be careful not to upset her have made her behavior more manageable. These days, I must watch her more closely, and though she still can feed herself (mostly), I find it best to now sit with her, assist when necessary, and eat my food separately.
I practice cognitive behavioral therapy (CBT) to control my demons: Depression—misanthropic tendencies, and anxiety.
I appreciate what I have and avoid dwelling on what I do not have. That means I am glad my wife is still here despite the severely diminished companionship. I have adapted to being alone, aside from her and my two dogs and cat: no social interactions outside doctor appointments.
Optimistic? Not really. Accepting my reality? Yes. I do feel a bit worn out these days, however.
