A rather normal week.
Some physical therapy.
A wonderful visit from Connie & Jean (aka the RLC - Retired Ladies Club).
The ladies played Scrabble and had a nice chat.
Jean took some of the clothes Mom has and separated those bought last August which she refuses to believe are hers (as they still have tags) into one bag, and the other for donations.
I had asked if she could possibly mend Mom's blue pants, and she had agreed - however, Mom decided to wear them that day....<sigh>
As Connie and Jean drove home, they discussed the differences in Mom. Connie noted that Mom is able to change focus and topics in one sentence several times seamlessly - if you weren't paying attention you would be even more lost than, perhaps, you would be if you were listening intently.
This evening, Lawrence picked Mom up for dinner and took her for a tour down the Columbia to Ranier and then over to Vernonia. Mom seemed to enjoy the ride,
She was tired when they arrived, which is par for the course, or so it seems.
We ate well, and Mother graced us with her insights on a variety of subjects - which varied throughout her sentences (seamlessly). My brother had just gone to New York to visit his daughter in the city, and he also was able to visit with some very close friends, which he mentioned.
As he went outside to grill the chops, Mom told me those very same friends had phoned her that morning for some help, which she was able to do. She also mentioned her mother had come by and they had put together some different items for her. The list could go on.
We left after dinner, Mother quite tired, but limber enough to get out of the car easily.
I gave her some travel magazines which she loves to go through for the pictures. She stated that she would go through them and find a journey the two of us could, possibly, take when I had the time. I smiled and kissed her goodnight.
She seems more content now, and there is a softness about her that never truly existed before.
I wonder which shoe will fall next, though.
Some physical therapy.
A wonderful visit from Connie & Jean (aka the RLC - Retired Ladies Club).
The ladies played Scrabble and had a nice chat.
Jean took some of the clothes Mom has and separated those bought last August which she refuses to believe are hers (as they still have tags) into one bag, and the other for donations.
I had asked if she could possibly mend Mom's blue pants, and she had agreed - however, Mom decided to wear them that day....<sigh>
As Connie and Jean drove home, they discussed the differences in Mom. Connie noted that Mom is able to change focus and topics in one sentence several times seamlessly - if you weren't paying attention you would be even more lost than, perhaps, you would be if you were listening intently.
This evening, Lawrence picked Mom up for dinner and took her for a tour down the Columbia to Ranier and then over to Vernonia. Mom seemed to enjoy the ride,
She was tired when they arrived, which is par for the course, or so it seems.
We ate well, and Mother graced us with her insights on a variety of subjects - which varied throughout her sentences (seamlessly). My brother had just gone to New York to visit his daughter in the city, and he also was able to visit with some very close friends, which he mentioned.
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| Mom with her four sons June, 2009 |
As he went outside to grill the chops, Mom told me those very same friends had phoned her that morning for some help, which she was able to do. She also mentioned her mother had come by and they had put together some different items for her. The list could go on.
We left after dinner, Mother quite tired, but limber enough to get out of the car easily.
I gave her some travel magazines which she loves to go through for the pictures. She stated that she would go through them and find a journey the two of us could, possibly, take when I had the time. I smiled and kissed her goodnight.
She seems more content now, and there is a softness about her that never truly existed before.
I wonder which shoe will fall next, though.
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