When my parents asked me what I wanted for Christmas, I teasingly answered that I wanted the famous family sugar cookies, knowing full well they didn’t have time or space to take on that laborious process. Lo and behold, we ended up receiving Christmas Cookie assortments from *four* different friends and none of the cookies were repeats!
This has been an excellent holiday season of seeing friends and sharing with family. I talked to my parents on the phone this morning and they told me all about my grandpa’s status. Grandpa was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few years ago. He doesn’t usually know what day it is, but he’s figured his way out of 4 different assisted living facilities. Most recently, he figured out that hitting the door’s button a certain number of times triggered the emergency exit release. On a separate occasion, the staff claimed he must have watched them enter their access codes and memorized the numbers because there was no other way for him to get out of the building.
I maintain my grandpa is brilliant and we just don’t understand where he’s coming from right now. My favorite example from his Christmas Eve conversations:
My dad: “You remember we moved, right?”
Grandpa: “Yeah, you moved to Oregon.”
Dad: “No, we moved to Oklahoma.”
Grandpa: “I think you’d be happier in Oregon.”