Alzheimer's Prevention Plan

One of my biggest fears is that I'm going to develop Alzheimer's. It's a little morbid, but I can't help it and it obviously gets worse with every passing year. Plus, I saw a movie on a plane a few years ago about a happy elderly couple; the wife gets Alzheimer's, forgets about her husband, and falls in love with someone else. I was bawling for an hour straight. It was a terrible movie selection on my part because it only heightened my fear and it completely stressed out the guy sitting next to me.

To give myself an illusion of control, I've developed an Alzheimer's Prevention Plan. This plan consists of tangible steps I can take to keep my mind sharp and nimble into my golden years, ensuring I'll be perfectly aware of my itchy Depends and deteriorating driving skills.

Crap My Boyfriend Brings Home

My boyfriend, BK, loves to shop at thrift stores. I fully support this approach and if he were just going when he needed some new clothes or kitchenware, it would be no big deal. But this is something entirely different.

BK hits up two to three thrift stores a week. I’ve studied this creature in his natural habitat for many moons, trying figure out why the trips are so frequent and here’s my conclusion: part of it is practical (he’s incredibly generous and always buying people things they might need, and he also makes a decent profit reselling things on eBay) and the other part is a clever disguise for a mild case of OCD.

Why Cat Shows Are Awesome

Every January, a fairground in my city hosts the Cat Fanciers Food & Water Bowl. When I stumbled across this event a few years ago, I instantly knew it would be a good idea to attend. I love the movie Best In Show and figured this is one cultural event that was not to be missed. I was right.

Here are the top five reasons cat shows are unbelievably awesome:

Pat West

I met Ms. Pat West in Vons grocery store on a cold night awhile back. To give some background on my mental state, I hate grocery shopping; in fact, I wish I could just be done with the bother of food and get fed through an IV. On this particular night, I was in full-blown whine mode and escalating towards an adult tantrum while my boyfriend pushed me around in the cart and patiently ignored me.

Down the home supplies aisle, I noticed an elderly lady patting her coat pockets and looking on the shelves for something.

The Bunny

The other day I went to my neighborhood park to enjoy two of my favorite activities: reading in the sun and people watching. As I got settled on my blanket, there was one lady who immediately caught my eye. She was meandering down the middle of the small park and looked like she had just woken up (it was early afternoon). Her hair was doing a great imitation of a bird's nest and she was wearing a very thin t-shirt without a bra. To each his own fashion sense, but this was a kid-friendly park and the bright sunlight wasn't doing her natural form any favors. And then I noticed she was holding a leash and walking a pet. And the pet happened to be a giant rabbit. This hungover hippie was walking a huge gray bunny. Of course you expect to see dogs around. And I have a soft spot in my heart for the crazy old lady who pushes her cat around in a wire basket on wheels. But a bunny?