The new year signifies a new beginning, yet for Mom it sadly announces more decline in her abilities and thinking.
She isn't recalling much from the recent past, and still holds out clothing my brother and sister-in-law bought with her (but she didn't try any on) as things that need returning to them.
She appreciates cards and letters which she keeps handy and looks at on a regular basis, some she believes have just only arrived!
She is speaking more, now, about writing to people, with which Jean is quite helpful.
Jean stated that Mom is quite into rhymes - silly ones. When Jean squatted down to pull out the folding chair from under Mom's bed, Mom told her she told Jean she wasn't very limber. "No, I'm not Limber Flimber!" retored Jean. Mom giggled. It had been some time since Jean had heard that sound from Mother.
She is not reading much, and sometimes has a Wall Street Journal to peruse, but there is no evidence she takes anything mentally digested - it's somewhere, lost in the ether.
Her conversations have been moved to whatever pops into mind, rather than following even a slightly linear track.
This week she continued to sleep in, and believe she's going to move back to Portland.
She received 2 cards from friends, Betty and Nadya. She informed us that Betty lives right around the corner from where she's now living.
She is now, also, interested in reading O! Pioneers! by Willa Cather, as this seems to be the book Betty spoke of in her note. So, I'll order it, and, in a month or so, cart it back to my house to read.
She remembers the movie, but not much of it. Just the going to it.
This evening she was watching Charade with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn. She kept speaking of the actors as though they were still as young as they were in the film. She thought it a great deal of bosh that we stated they had died, believing us to be trying to trick her. But, this is her world, at this time.
On the way home she spoke of her grandmother and wanted my opinion of her (believing she was still alive 62 years after she passed). It was an agreeable conversation.
Upon her return she wanted nothing but to get to bed.
Thinking back over the evening, she wasn't craving her 9 ounces as before - but perhaps things were more relaxed. Also, she is having troubles moving - or at least getting started from rising from her seat - there is an unsteadiness about her.
A clothes shopping excursion is planned for this Sunday, before we get to Jean's for lunch.
But for now, this is all I can share. The walk down the hill is increasing in speed.
She isn't recalling much from the recent past, and still holds out clothing my brother and sister-in-law bought with her (but she didn't try any on) as things that need returning to them.
She appreciates cards and letters which she keeps handy and looks at on a regular basis, some she believes have just only arrived!
She is speaking more, now, about writing to people, with which Jean is quite helpful.
Jean stated that Mom is quite into rhymes - silly ones. When Jean squatted down to pull out the folding chair from under Mom's bed, Mom told her she told Jean she wasn't very limber. "No, I'm not Limber Flimber!" retored Jean. Mom giggled. It had been some time since Jean had heard that sound from Mother.
She is not reading much, and sometimes has a Wall Street Journal to peruse, but there is no evidence she takes anything mentally digested - it's somewhere, lost in the ether.
Her conversations have been moved to whatever pops into mind, rather than following even a slightly linear track.
This week she continued to sleep in, and believe she's going to move back to Portland.
She received 2 cards from friends, Betty and Nadya. She informed us that Betty lives right around the corner from where she's now living.
She is now, also, interested in reading O! Pioneers! by Willa Cather, as this seems to be the book Betty spoke of in her note. So, I'll order it, and, in a month or so, cart it back to my house to read.
She remembers the movie, but not much of it. Just the going to it.
This evening she was watching Charade with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn. She kept speaking of the actors as though they were still as young as they were in the film. She thought it a great deal of bosh that we stated they had died, believing us to be trying to trick her. But, this is her world, at this time.
On the way home she spoke of her grandmother and wanted my opinion of her (believing she was still alive 62 years after she passed). It was an agreeable conversation.
Upon her return she wanted nothing but to get to bed.
Thinking back over the evening, she wasn't craving her 9 ounces as before - but perhaps things were more relaxed. Also, she is having troubles moving - or at least getting started from rising from her seat - there is an unsteadiness about her.
A clothes shopping excursion is planned for this Sunday, before we get to Jean's for lunch.
But for now, this is all I can share. The walk down the hill is increasing in speed.
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