In his career, my husband was a building contractor. He had his general contractor's license and ran his own finish carpentry business, doing beautiful work in custom homes. He even won awards for his craftsmanship of custom railings, trim work, and stairs. Once, a home owner wanted a custom bed with a trundle for their daughter. He built a beautiful bed for them.
Tonight I convinced him to go out and walk the dogs with me. While walking, we passed a home in our neighborhood that has been for sale for longer of a time than most homes around here. I pulled the flyer out of the little plastic box on the for sale post and said 'oh, it has a tandem garage'. My husband looked puzzled and said 'what's that mean?'. He didn't recall what a tandem garage was so I explained it to him and still puzzled, said 'I don't understand' and kept walking. He used to love tandem garages and want one.
Such is FTD. I hate this disease.
Yesterday he pulled a Triscuit cracker out of its box and asked me what it tasted like. I told him they are salty, not sweet like the Fiddle Faddle he eats non stop. He seemed confused and kept saying 'salty, I had no idea'. He's had confusion before about "salty" and what "savory" means.
I hate this disease.
