Evening of the First Day

 There’s not much to tell here, right now. Most evenings are pretty much the same, night after night.

We eat supper. Tonight, once again, it was leftovers sure to give both of us heartburn. There was only one leftover in the frig that wouldn’t likely give it...leftover pepper steak.  When it came time to eat supper, I said I wasn’t hungry right then and that R should go ahead and eat, knowing he would then eat the pepper steak with some rice.  Eventually, I finished it as he had left just enough either for me or for a second helping.  It was nice that he did, although I still have heartburn due to the current inflammation I’m carrying.

Now, I want to make clear the differences in our eating habits. This is why both of us are overweight. I’m a traditional eater.  I like, at the very least breakfast and dinner.  Lunch is a variable...a sandwich or some fruit.

R, on the other hand gets up, is at work by 8. He does not eat breakfast. He does not take a break at work, instead, coming home anywhere between 1 and 2:30, bitching because he didn’t take a break (although he could) and then eating “breakfast” followed by “lunch - basically eating two meals together. Then he begins preparing dinner around 5:30 so we can eat around six. When that’s done, he bitches about being tired and worn out, falls asleep in his chair and after a short nap, begins his evening routine of channel flipping, and screaming at Faux news.  Actually, he screams at the political commercials, then mutes them. Then he begins flipping channels again till more commercials come on, then repeats. I’ve been doing my level best to to stay in the living room so I can watch shows we both like, but there comes a time when that’s over in his mind, and he switches to sports channels. That’s when I head into my home office. He flips to Hannity, screams agreement with him, yells about what an idiot Biden is is, how he is going to sell us to China, etc. If he doesn’t go to bed early, and Carlson comes on, he will do the same with him, and I go to bed, put on some white noise and try to go to sleep.  Sometimes it works. He spends most nights being angry. This is what makes me think he could have a form of dementia called Lewey Body Dementia. Getting him to a doctor so this can be investigated will be...interesting...

He did put the recycling bin out tonight, but not the trash. “There’s only one bag in there, it can wait till next week.”  So, I sigh and mentally make myself a reminder that I’ll have to put the trash bin out. He doesn’t understand the logic that we pay a monthly fee for it to be picked up weekly, regardless of the amount in it.  And, what if we have a heavy load of trash next week?  So many of these things were non-issue  in the past...but this again is some of the stuff I am seeing him decline on.

He had a non-stop talking episode about a missing bank statement.I will look around tomorrow - I’m guessing it is on his side table, but if I had tried to look for it, he would have pitched a fit. Better for me if I find it, put it out where he can see it and simply tell him I found it.

At any rate, he’s gone to bed. And there is no TV on, no talking incessantly about nothing, just muttering to himself about how stupid whatever game he’s watching is, or bitching about, and muting political commercials, or watching animal planet or wild to see the same shows he has memorized because they repeat so often. I’m enjoying the stillness.

Soon I will go to bed myself. I’ll turn the ceiling fan on so I can breathe and sleep all night if he doesn’t wake up and turn it off. If I get hot, I’ll wake clear up and then be walking the floors for an hour or two.  It won’t be long until his alarm goes off at 0630. It’s always a crap shoot as to whether or not I will get to sleep in till 0700.  I don’t mind so much right now as I am still checking each morning as to whether or not my last remaining hummingbird is coming to the feeder. And, once it’s gone and I’m sure of it, I’ll be getting up, feeding critters and occasionally going back to bed and getting some peaceful sleep.

Till next time.