by Jenise » Wed Nov 14, 2007 5:33 pm
To everyone, thanks for your comments. And I want to say this, I know Dick and Stella are grateful to have us in their lives but I have to say the privilege of this friendship is all ours. Bob and I are both orphans to a large extent, and we love this couple like parents. They live in our old neighborhood in Southern California, and we met nine years ago when near their house on a walk I tripped, fell hard and passed out. When I came to, there was this tiny white haired man petting my hand and whispering, "Come back, baby, come back." Jenise, meet Dick.
He got me home, and the next day he reappeared on my doorstep to find out how I was.
The 1300 mile distance between us makes looking after them more carefully an issue, but we do go visit about three times a year. And when we do, I help Stella (a great home cook, but easily tired by the effort these days) with meals that insure they have healthy, convenient leftovers, and together Bob and I perform some simple home repairs and look for ways to make the house safer for Dick. A son (and his family) who live less then ten miles away don't seem to drop in more than per month, if that, and I don't know why beyond having deduced that father and son are hawk and sparrow.
They do okay with fresh fruit, but could do better. The have a number of fruit trees (one of our jobs this time was to install a couple dozen fertilizer spikes), and the basket of ripening fruit Stella keeps on the counter always has something in it. But they probably only eat one serving per day, and if it doesn't happen at breakfast it probably doesn't happen at all. I haven't seen much evidence that they eat many vegetables, however. I suspect that with their reduced appetites and carb preference, when the meals got smaller it's the vegetables that got the ax.
Amazingly, even though he cannot now move without a walker, Dick (who still drives, Stella never has) still does their grocery shopping. A grocery store is only two blocks away, and about once a month he and Stella go together to Trader Joe's for coffee, bread and cheeses. I think that eggs are a frequent breakfast when company's not around, but company gets Stella's specialty: pancakes. Tiny, silver dollar sized, made with a sour dough starter Stella has hand-carried around the world throughout Dick's long and distinguished military career. Each pancake contains exactly one fresh blueberry, and Dick will eat fourteen (two batches) of them. Fourteen blueberries isn't a lot, is it?
As for community meal services, I hear you guys but at the moment, Stella would be affronted by the charity. You do give me an idea though about having food delivered by local restaurants every now and again. There's a decent Chinese restaurant close by that delivers. Meat and vegetable combination dishes would contain a lot of what they need to eat.