David Barnato was born in England in the 1940's. After extensive travelling around the world, he started and sold several business. Then, in 2005, he bought a farm and started growing olives and writing novels in South Africa.
Tuesday, July 1, 2014
DEMENTIA - STRANGE MEMORY BEHAVIOUR
Like all dementia sufferers it is my short term memory that I struggle the most with, although with careful management and the luck to have good support one can manage surprisingly well.
However, my long term memory is beginning to play tricks on me as well. Curiously, some odd old memories are also fading, but what is very strange is the flow of long forgotten people, names and places that are surfacing. There is no specific pattern to these memories, some are painful, but many are happy. It's a bit like a mental diary of my life and actually quite fascinating.
My own status as a stage one or two dementia person remains the same, with no marked deterioration apart from some change in the long term memories retained, but on balance the situation remains the same.
The only silly thing that I did this last week was to put my bi-vocals on upside down. I didn't realize what I had done until I returned from driving to the Paarl Mall. Until the moment of realization I was just worried about my eye sight as of course my vision was impaired, although the Drakenstein Mountains looked a lot closer!
We are all well and Julian is busy as always designing and making wonderful dresses. I have spent my morning writing time penning some poems. It is so difficult with writing to know if one is any good at all, but to me my poetry sounds great and Julian loves it, especially the poem about her.
The weather has been glorious with cold nights but lovely sunny days and lunch in the garden on many days. At night though it does get very cold and Boysie sleeps in the fireplace as close as he dare to the glowing logs. Poor old Bobby the parrot has to have his cage wrapped in three blankets.
We have an enormous avocado tree in the garden and we look every day for fallen fruit, there's something wonderful about eating ones own produce. We have a banana tree, but that only produced fruit the first year that we were here.
David Barnato. Paarl. South Africa.
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