Or maybe it's just a dementia Saturday, since we're still short of a formal diagnosis.
At any rate -- I visited as usual and talked to my father about asset transfer and he was agreeable. Then he choked on his panini and I had to Heimlich him. It wasn't the first time. He drank a little coffee and I made a mental note to scratch the panini (the melted cheese is a problem) and we went on talking about asset transfer.
At a point later on, when we were watching the Mets, he asked out of the blue what the provisions for the assets would be if something happened to both me and my wife. Good question -- something that I'll have to take up with the lawyers. He seems to pull himself fully together at times, particularly when survival issues are at stake.
At a point still later, I gave him a check to sign (it was filled out, but I like to keep him involved) and he asked me how to spell his name.
Again -- things are what they are.
It was nice of Newsweek to give us all a cover story this week. Truly comforting. I mean that without irony. It helps to know you're part of a trend.
Speaking of which -- I hadn't really meant to make this an Alzheimer's blog and still don't intend to. But sometimes you go looking for themes, and sometimes they just find you.
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