Dear Carol,

I appreciated your reply post, and I regret that this one has been so tardy.  (Please see my above post of reply to Sofia, for details.)

I do have an event to share, that I failed to include in "Sofia."  I recently experienced my second "Alzheimer's moment." 

Several family members were discussing the pros and cons of local restaurants.  We've been lamenting the very poor quality of food we have received of late, when eating out - no matter what the cost of the meal.  They bandied about a long list, then my husband summarized with his offering that, on the whole, Shiloh's was the best, all-around.

That name, Shiloh's, hit my ears, and my brain tried to assemble other information to go with it, to make me know about that restaurant (which we go to quite often), but it would not compute.  I was sitting there, knowing that I should be able to know all about it, but I only drew a very unsettling blank!  I humbly admitted my "moment," and asked them to help me by giving me a clue that might connect me.  They did, and I was past it, immediately.  But, it sadly made me wiser concerning what is to come.

My only other such incident was about three years ago, before I was taking Alzheimer's medications.  The coffee pot emptied before our guests were finished visiting.  I went to the kitchen to do my hostess duties, rinsed out the carafe, and filled it with fresh water.  I turned to pour the water into the automatic coffee-maker . . . , then found that I had no idea as to where it should be poured.  Not wanting to draw attention to myself, I "winged it," and poured it atop the basket of coffee grounds.  As you might expect, my secret was soon revealed, as watery grounds poured over the countertop and floor of the kitchen.  Many helpers filled my kitchen, as it was not possible to quickly stop the flow that continued from the coffee-maker.  My red face took me to sit in the living room, to be served my next cup of coffee prepared by some-one else.  It is truly a new place to be.