Forget About the Eggshells – Our Dementia Story

Forget About the Eggshells – Our Dementia Story. In two weeks, my husband Jonathan and I will have been married fifty-two years. Which does not count our half-year courtship before the wedding happened. We met in March and spent the next few months in tentative mode, circling one another from afar. Our dance among the eggshells had begun.

The Tempo was Twitchy-Jittery-Nervous at First. I detected signals of interest from his side of the dance floor and expected an approach at any moment. But Jonathan was shy. Twitchy-jittery-nervous continued long after the band had packed up and gone home. Until my patience wore characteristically thin and I made the first move.

We have Traversed the Dance Catalog Ever Since. Begun and middled and continued with the Back and Forth Two-Step. Leading weight on his foot. Then leading weight on mine. Choreography and competition. Often at the expense of the eggshells scattered beneath our feet. The same way eggshells are scattered beneath every couple I have ever known.

Which Brings Me to the Six Arguments. I have a theory that every long-term relationship features six signature arguments. Three serious and better suited to the boxing ring than the dance floor. Three frivolous but still worthy of a turn among the eggshells.

Specifics Vary from Couple to Couple. Sometimes we strut. Other times we glide in and out of reach. Occasionally we face off like the Cock-A-Doodle-Doos in the picture above. Always engaged between ballet and brawl in a configuration all our own. We will confine serious contention to private dances for now. The three frivolous fights Jonathan and I favor step out as follows.

Full-Moon Minuet. Whatever geography we may currently inhabit, our heckle over the heavens remains the same. He says, “The moon is full tonight.” I look up and respond, “Not quite,” pointing out a flatness at the lower edge. We carry on in that vein, month after month, year after year, even when the sky is mostly overcast. And both of us are relatively right.

Tune-the-TV Tango. The notes of this number shift with every technological advance. Our present debate quick steps each evening. To binge or not to binge? Jonathan’s occasional short-term memory glitch makes complicated narratives a challenge. We make a joke of it and muddle through. Forget About the Eggshells – Our Dementia Story

Time-versus-Distance Drag. Which is a drag because, frivolous or not, this disagreement can take on heat. Something sort of significant is at stake. In New York City, subway options are the issue. Uptown or downtown or crosstown? We each have pet preferences for getting wherever whenever. Out of town, thank heaven for GPS or murderous mayhem might ensue.

We could Easily Settle our Signature Silliness. Check calendar phases of the moon. Google binge and non-binge options before screening. Clock travel times from one subway stop to the next. Phone-map rural routes in advance. We could make smoothness of communication our first priority, as is relentlessly advised for all relationships. Especially relationships like Jonathan’s and mine where eggshells abound because dementia is in the mix.

Simple as That – Decades of Atonal Music would Fall Silent. We’d leave the dance floor. Eggshells everywhere would be safe from our tromping toes. But what would we do then? Simper across a table-width of trumped-up tranquility? Would our rooster reds still reflect a fierce feisty sun – setting though that sun may be? We think not. Forget About the Eggshells – Our Dementia Story.

LESSON LEARNEDHERE COMES THE SUN. Doo doo doo doo. HERE COMES THE STORM. Doo doo doo doo.  IT’S ALL RIGHT.

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6 thoughts on “Forget About the Eggshells – Our Dementia Story

    1. Hello Patricia. Welcome back. I am pleased that you enjoyed my post. Everything isn’t toxic here in Onlineland. You simply have to step carefully among the eggshells. Some folks can’t resist scattering those about. But we have navigated emotional minefields before have we not? Pick the dance that works for you. Mine is kind of “Out of Sight – Out of Mind”. I know which sites I prefer to avoid. If they intrude on my personal online space I block them. That may sound rude but self-preservation is okay. Psyche preservation is okay too. Still, I hope you won’t block me. Blessings. Alice

  1. Little darlin’, it’s been a long, cold lonely winter. Little darlin’, it seems like years since it’s been here…
    And forget the eggshells. Growing up on a chicken farm with 50,000 chickens, the eggshells were NEVER the problem. The problem was the mess the egg made if the shell broke. You could kick aside the shell and the main mess remained–kind of like marriage. The heart is always the messy part if you aren’t careful with the brittle shell.
    You and Jonathan are so lucky to have each other. 52 years? Wow. You’ve almost caught up with us. (53) Love the start if this is the story. Can’t wait to read it.

    1. Oh Alfie. I love this comment. The analogy of the chicken farm is perfect, as are you. Yes, the eggshell versus spilled yolk phenomenon is kind of like marriage can be sometimes as you say. Sticky. A nuisance. Smelly if you let it hang around too long without some cleanup. But then – the sun does come anyway – and It’s all right doo doo do doo doo do doo doo do do do do do do. So we keep on doing like the Boys from Liverpool suggest. Blessings. Alice

  2. As someone married 50 years, I agree! And ditto on the GPS and navigation. We hardly fight about anything, but when we get lost looking for someplace the shouting match starts. We try to make light of it, saying “Oh I know where we are. We’ve been lost here before.” lol

    1. Hi Kayelle. I love the bit about “We’ve been lost here before.” Wow. Does that speak a mouthful or what? Lost here before again and again. In marriage. In relationships in general. In life. I simply hope I will not throw a tantrum about our lostness next time around. This dementia experience with Jonathan is showing me how little I have progressed in that regard. I had a friend named Mary Museo who would go to her window, open it wide, lean out, gaze upward and holler “Help!!!” I called it Mary Museo’s prayer. I don’t know if it worked for her or not, but I think I need to mosey over to my window now. Blessings. Alice

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