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Ronald Reagan, Jr. recently said, that he shadowed his father for a day during Presidential duties in his second term. Because his father had notecards while making phone calls, Ron, Jr. found this “troubling”, and as a result of that observation, has claimed that his father had Alzheimer’s in his second term. – Oh dear…

So for a good laugh, here is one of mine, and one of Dave’s, taped to our bathroom mirrors. Problem with mine is, since I’m not working (yet), I will often bypass the bathroom and head straight downstairs for the coffee and to make Dave’s lunch.

I’m thinking of putting a note inside the cupboard where the coffee cups are that says,

“GO BACK UPSTAIRS AND READ YOUR NOTE LORI!”


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MIne, I go straight for the Play!

My Note FOR Dave!

And you will notice that the first two on Dave’s list are really for me, so I don’t have to clean up after him!

I think it was the perfect storm for me to drop “my hat” around the house and basic care, habits and routines. I was an empty nester, (no demands from children to be more organized), we moved (which required me to resign my job), and Dave got sick. You really do drop everything in that latter situation and general lack of demand in those other areas doesn’t help you to put your normal habits and routines back in. So like a child, I need little notes and pep talks to get me moving back into things that I no longer find terribly important, but they are in so many new ways. Anyway, I thought you all would get a nice chuckle and enjoy some of my life’s silliness!

What do your notes say? (or would if you had some?)


2 Responses to “Life Notes”

  1. Lori says:

    Haha, Ron! I see you remain my forever, kindred spirit. I don’t have Sally anymore on a daily basis to encourage me to “step it up!” She is our inspiration, as exhausting as it may seem at times to be so perfect! 🙂

  2. List? Oh yeah, I forgot!

    I have a cell phone that should be brought to the Studio and charged every morning. If it was an attachment on the coffee maker, I’d remember it.
    But the damn thing is either hiding upstairs or in the last jacket (shirt, vest) I wore the day before.

    It’s not my fault.

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