Isle of Jean Charles

Have you heard that Grandpa Jean has his own island -  the Isle of Jean Charles?    Just kidding.    This island on the southern coast of Louisiana is rapidly shrinking, due to sea-level rise. 

Conversation

When John gets his dad up and sets him at the edge of his bed, Jean is disoriented, and he almost always asks, "Where am I?"

The other day, John responded with, "You're in the United States of America."

Jean said, "Well what do you know. I've been there before."

John said, "The USA is a big place. So you're in Kentucky."

Jean: "Where is that?"

John: "In the middle. Not in the north, not in the south."

Jean. "Where is it then?"

John: "In the middle."

Jean: "I'll take two of them."


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A different day -   John:  "Are you hungry?"

Jean: "I don't know. I never went to school."

John: "Yes, you did. You played on the football team. You played half-back."

Jean: "What about the other half?"


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Jean, sitting at his table, asked, "Who's Mary?"

John: "Mary who?"

Jean pointed to writing on one of the mugs in front of him.

John: "That says 'Merry Christmas'."

Jean: "Who's she?"

 This lovely card and message arrived the other day. Well said.  Jean was pleased. He said, "That was nice of him."

What Do You Think?

      Ad on the back of an old National Geographic of Jean's. Haha. Couldn't resist posting it.

Happy Birthday

  It was a good birthday for Jean yesterday.  Thank you for the calls and cards and kind thoughts and  wishes.
 He was quite alert in the morning, and was able to speak on the phone a little bit. He understood that  it was his  birthday. Friend Roy came by in the afternoon and sang a couple of songs for him. Julee  and June sent the beautiful tulips.
        Thank you, all!

... .KNOWING THAT BEING COOL RUNS IN THE FAMILY

from the receptionist at the chiropractor's office where Jean used to go

Easter Weekend

We had a very nice Easter weekend. Blossoms are out on all the trees. Sunday was sunny.
Peter and Betty are on one of their cross-country trips, and spent the weekend with us. It was so great to have them here.
Another special thing is that Jean was more alert while they were here than he generally is.
On Saturday, he did not know who Pete was.
Yesterday and today, he knew and recognized Pete and spoke with him a little bit. This morning, he did not know who John was, but he looked at Peter, and immediately said his name.
As he was eating, he suddenly started to speak, very softly.
First he said, "I was a little boy once." "I got into trouble a lot." He even smiled.
Who told you that you were in trouble?
"My momma."
How did you feel about it?
"That's how I learned to run."
What did your grandma do?
"She ran fast too." "That was long ago."

Father and his two older sons, on Monday morning, March 28th.

Scenes from our week

barbecued spareribs, mashed potatoes, baked yam with butter and maple syrup, everything pureed

Hairdresser Pat came to cut his hair. Sorry about the hot chocolate on his face. Sometimes he does not want us to wipe his face, and we have to wait.

Time to go back to bed.