Autumn Leaves

(I wrote this post a year ago — in early December 2013, actually. It shows how much things have changed for Bo because he’s in bed most of the time now rather than going out to pick up the leaves that are already falling in our yard. Jon commented recently, “At least I won’t have to rake leaves every day this year.”  But then, again, we won’t have a pristine yard either.)

Autumn Leaves

Autumn Leaves

Autumn leaves. At last, they’re coming to their end! The trees are nearly all bare.

What would we have done this autumn without our new helper, Jon? Every day for the last six weeks he has raked and blown the leaves with Bo who is totally focused on them.

We have to make him come in to eat or to rest. If I’m cooking dinner, he slips out to pick some up and I have to call him four or five times to come in to eat. “Yeah, yeah, “ he’ll respond, but keep on picking them up.

It’s impossible for us to explain to him that there will just be more leaves tomorrow or that we just sweep them into the street so the town can pick them up; he becomes very irritated when they continue to fall, even as he picks them up. He forgets what to call them or why they fall and the only way we can distract him from them is to take a ride.

One day John said to me, “I’m beginning to hate leaves,” and another day he said that when he buys a house, he doesn’t want any trees.

But he soldiers on, raking and blowing, moving them into the street while Bo continues to pick them up by hand. We were discussing putting the lights in our bushes for Christmas, and Jon pointed out that we don’t want to do it too early because Bo has a habit of grabbing leaves and whatever else is around them in his fervor to get rid of them all. The lights might go.

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3 Responses to Autumn Leaves

  1. Paula Kaye says:

    Thinking of you and saying prayers!!

  2. I find it interesting as well as sad to watch my husband gradually let go of things he once was so obsessive about, like fallen leaves and bringing in the mail. Currently, we watch back-to-back episodes of Family Feud, so ironic as both sides of our families are either in denial or have their own agendas that don’t take into account the ever-changing world we now live. He is recovering from oral surgery and my 90 year old mother is in the hospital. Oddly, he is emotionally aware of the nuances and tells me that my decisions make sense! And then…the man I love is gone and asking for ice cream and cookies. It’s a crazy, wonderful, tragic land we now travel together. Best wishes.

  3. Lisa M says:

    Mom went through a phase where she had to pick up every Sophie hair off her blanket (that we had to move onto the couch because she insisted on sitting right beside mom at all times!). She would be so intently focused on this never-ending battle with a white fluffy dog’s shedding hair. So many bizarre things when you live with Alzheimer’s.

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