Depression, dementia and a cranky retired knit-picking wife
I wolf down a few melatonin gummies to get me mellowed off to sleep
So I can get back to the next day of my 70-something life.
35 years of working in a lumber re-man shop
Working with a bunch of tatooed bubbas
Yet I felt blessed and okay in this locally-family owned buisiness (sho-nuff.)
The wife STILL goes into control freak knit-picking neo-nazi interrogation mode
When I ask her a simple question in my five member family abode.
I was hoping to go back to the places like we did back in the day.
Like Mackinaw City, Mackinac Island, St. Ignace, the Mighty Mac Bridge and the Wisconsin northwoods.
I was hoping to see my sons marry-up with a pretty, sweet Catholic girl
And make me a loving grandpa.
Instead I\'m stuck at the house seemingly all-day long during boredom surreal.
So here I am in my room late at night
Tossing and turning to to try to get to sleep.
Finally and eventually yawning while the mrs is already asleep.
My doctor tells me I have mild to medium dementia
But my better half yells at me, claiming it is getting worse
As if she is a ranting/raging Bill O\'Reilly wannabe....(or something like that)
I\'m only pushing seventy (NOT ninety)
As I pray my rosary ...sometimes several times daily
For her and my sons to return to the faith
And to be just a normal successful Catholic family.
(feeling sad and lonely while continually knit-picked in my own house!)
JML 10/06/23