Jenny. I EDed your message about your Mom. I'm so sorry to hear that. Memory loss is such a heartbreak. My Mother-In-Law was going downhill before she passed in November. We are well aware of the devastation that it can be. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Ugh... That sure puts a more depressing turn on an already sad circumstance. I thought maybe she was telling you your life story without realizing it was you. I know it will be devastating when Dad no longer recognizes me. I'd like to think I'll just make sure he's comfy and lead conversations so he can tell me about baseball, sheep and Nellie so he can feel engaged. Between the dementia and the poor hearing it's tough for him to participate in conversations. Hugs to you, my friend. It's a cruel circumstance but we'll muddle on as best we can.
My dad went through it with his mom. He still vividly, fondly and wistfully remembers one visit when her memory peeked through the fog. She hadn't remembered him for some time. He said, "give me a hug, Mom" and he grabbed her up. She looked up at him and simply said, "you're Jim, aren't you". I'm guessing your mom was quite happy to tell you the story of you. I've found there are certain memories...stories...that mean a great deal to them and they love telling them. I visit the folks every week and nearly every time Dad tells me about growing up on the sheep ranch and his dog Nellie. He loves telling me about his years playing baseball and the home run that he hit. One might think I'd get tired of hearing those tales but I know how happy he is when he's telling them. It's tough to live for those good moments...particularly when they become few and far between like they are for you now. Hang in there, Jenny.
I can sure see how there would be lots of rewrites and edits as questions and conflicts pop up as the story progresses. I could see myself taking plenty of breaks as I'd get lazy and overwhelmed by having to go back to "fix" things but ultimately when I'm fresher I'd find the energy to go back and make it right. I hope your stamina wins out and fighting through to the end doesn't prove too taxing.
Ugh...that's rough with your Mom. That's got to be hell for your dad and for you. It's sad when the body outlasts the mind. There have been a few times that Dad has forgotten Mom's name. There are good days and bad but he remains cheerful and grateful to those around him. That's got to be exciting to know publishing is so close. I'm looking forward to it.
On balance, I'd have to say that things are pretty okay. Dad's memory continues to slip but he remains a happy guy. There are a couple things I'm keeping tabs on but nothing urgent. How's your world? You were mired in editing when last we chatted. I'd imagine that's still in progress? What's going on in the poetry world?
Our poodle was supposed to be primarily my dog, but on her first night with us, she talked her way onto my mother's bed and the bond was forged. Thanks for the link! I always look forward to reading your work.
"If My Cat Were a Little More Dog" brought back fond memories of growing up with two cats and a miniature poodle. Because she came to us as a very young puppy, the dog picked up behaviors from the cats. And much later, I lived with cats who taught themselves to fetch and chewed shoes. ... Another wonderful poem. Thanks so much for sharing!
Correction: they eventually started updating Animal Gifs again, but the majority of gifs are anonymous or from other sites. ... Also, the theory I've heard is that they're very short-staffed these days.
I haven't heard anything, but it's worrisome. They stopped updating Animal Gifs for weeks and when I emailed to ask about it, they swore it was being updated every 24 hours. Either they were lying or confused, neither of which is encouraging. I hope Capshunz isn't doomed for the same neglect.