We’ve had a warm snap. Normally April is filled with rainy days but this year, we’ve had over a week of sunny, tank-top and shorts weather.

It’s completely baffled Jim. He seems to have lost his understanding of how months and seasons fit together.

He’s fretting about how there are no leaves on our maple tree in the back yard. It’s April, so the buds are there, they just haven’t burst yet. When I remind him it’s only April  or that it’s spring and too early for leaves, he doesn’t understand how that has anything to do with why there are no leaves on the tree on a sunny day.

In the next breath, he wants to put the sprinkler out on the yard to keep the grass green. He’s amazed that it’s still healthy without him watering it. Telling him about April showers doesn’t help, it means nothing to him because he’s lost comprehension of seasonal cycles. To him, a sunny day means the grass needs to be watered.

I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised. He’s been stuck on it being December since before Christmas. Two weeks ago he commented on how warm it was for December.  Now, he seems to have skipped ahead to July-August. The change was most likely triggered because I put the patio furniture out. If we’re sitting outside, it must be summer.

I knew this was coming, but damn, this is harder than I expected. It’s not so much his illogical conclusions that gets to me. Watching him struggle and then watching him give up in defeat is what  breaks me.