Aqui's "Manhattan" swirl last night was the latest reminder that my system does not handle alcohol well. My occasional transgression might be better saved for a good meal and a glass of wine. However, social situations like last night's are the few exceptions I allow myself. Last night, while taking a few lingering odd 'n ends out to the trash bins already set out for morning pickup, a dog started barking at me. I immediately recognize it as Lucy or Abbey, one of the two dogs belonging to Tom and Danice, who live across and up the street. I walked towards her, and she continued to bark, keeping her distance as we approached their house. When I approached the front door from one side, the dog mirrored me from the other, and Tom came to the door. He let the dog in and thanked me. I asked how he was doing. Danice, Tom's wife, has been suffering from dementia for the past year or two, and we all (the neighbors) have tried to help at times when she has wandered out on occasion. I told him sincerely that we are just up the street if he ever needs anything. I can only imagine how challenging that must be, and I am grateful that, so far, my circumstances have not been as difficult. Or perhaps just challenging differently. Today was a day of "asks and tasks". Running a few errands, tackling some JZC work, and managing some financial stuff. Jen got a spur-of-the-moment invite to visit with Cathy S. up the street and had a great time doing so. It's wonderful to know that she has made friends with many people despite the circumstances that brought us together and brought us to this home. I touched on this last night: how this home has so much history that I have either blocked, forgotten, or simply lived through in a daze.
