A Full Moon! That's what I muttered when I walked out the door early this morning.
But nothing seems to be luny with the Mumster....
On Wednesday, Jean went, with pen and paper for notes, to see the Mater. She wanted to take notes for Mom's friends as she realizes Mom simply doesn't have the mental energy to write them herself, even with Jean as scribe.
She found Mahma sleeping, although this was denied. She was quite happy to see her visitor and asked if she'd brought her car (Jean could see her wheels turning). Although Mom feels well taken care of at St. A's, she believes she's ready to begin packing to go back home; she stated that she would be speaking with me about such a venture when she next saw me.
They spoke of common relative names while gazing at the photos on Mom's dresser mirror. At one point, Mom stated that they had a relative in common - Mom's cousin, Janet. Jean wasn't going to argue that point but carried on.
Before they headed outside to the garden for a stroll Mom decided to put on Jean's sweater (taken off upon arrival). It was a bit small, and Jean wanted it for herself, so Mom took it off and made sure Jean knew it was hers and not Jean's. Then, Mom put on a jacket and off they went to admire the flowers and plants.
It was a good time, wherein they admired various plants and discussed them. As they meandered, Mom complimented Jean's pants and Jean stated they were once Mom's. Mom didn't believe her, so Jean told her to read the label marked, "Norma" on the inside of the band. Mom did so, and Jean asked her what people would think if they saw this. They both had a very good laugh about this.
She did not recall last Sunday's stroll around the block and was having troubles recalling when they lived near one another.
They finally went back in when Mom complained of the pain in the small of her back. As they sat she stated that her toe nail was coming off, and this was reported to the aide.
Jean left shortly after (nearly 2.5 hours), and headed home.
This evening Mom and I had dinner with my brother and his wife at their home. He picked her up and then took her for a scenic drive. She does like these, so it seems.
We sat outside by the pool and chatted. Mom was partly in the conversations - if only to reprimand us for slights that never occurred - and I discovered she would swing the conversations her way, and she spoke of many things that were vague and held no true meaning.
"Maybe next time you'd like to go for a swim."
"That could be, but when you think of how people are in trouble financially I'm not sure if they could see those flowers are so pretty there."
Yes. Did you follow? I'm getting the hang of it, and so are my brother and his wife.
Interestingly, though, she was drinking lemonade and when my brother came out with glasses of wine for himself and me, Mom wanted to know if that was the same kind of wine she was drinking. I told her it was, and she was quite content. So, when she said she wanted more I happily obliged. I have mentioned that she cannot taste or smell anymore, haven't I in posts past?
We walked through the vegetable garden and looked at plants and flowers. Having her move seems to help her mood.
Mom wanted to leave about 30 minutes after she had arrived, but we kept telling her we'd need dinner, first. She didn't want to eat and leave our father in the lurch. I told her he was doing things with friends and wanted to make sure we'd be fine eating without him. This reassured her.
It was a pleasant evening, and after the roasted beef dinner followed by homemade short cake with strawberries we were all quite content.
We were able to get her out the door (we are learning how to manipulate the situation, otherwise she won't leave) and we had a pleasant conversation on the way to St. A's.
Upon arrival, we walked rather quickly compared to past times, and she sat in her chair when we came to her room. I checked her oranges and soda - hardly touched in 4 weeks. Her candy, unopened last week, was open with only a couple of chocolate bars missing. What all this means, I'm not sure.
Mom told me how busy she had been this week, going from meetings and doing things with friends. Of course, none of it happened. But I have come to the realization that her reality is still enmeshed with her past and all she'd done in her busy days of yore. No harm, in fact it gives her satisfaction. A good thing.
But nothing seems to be luny with the Mumster....
On Wednesday, Jean went, with pen and paper for notes, to see the Mater. She wanted to take notes for Mom's friends as she realizes Mom simply doesn't have the mental energy to write them herself, even with Jean as scribe.
She found Mahma sleeping, although this was denied. She was quite happy to see her visitor and asked if she'd brought her car (Jean could see her wheels turning). Although Mom feels well taken care of at St. A's, she believes she's ready to begin packing to go back home; she stated that she would be speaking with me about such a venture when she next saw me.
They spoke of common relative names while gazing at the photos on Mom's dresser mirror. At one point, Mom stated that they had a relative in common - Mom's cousin, Janet. Jean wasn't going to argue that point but carried on.
Before they headed outside to the garden for a stroll Mom decided to put on Jean's sweater (taken off upon arrival). It was a bit small, and Jean wanted it for herself, so Mom took it off and made sure Jean knew it was hers and not Jean's. Then, Mom put on a jacket and off they went to admire the flowers and plants.
It was a good time, wherein they admired various plants and discussed them. As they meandered, Mom complimented Jean's pants and Jean stated they were once Mom's. Mom didn't believe her, so Jean told her to read the label marked, "Norma" on the inside of the band. Mom did so, and Jean asked her what people would think if they saw this. They both had a very good laugh about this.
She did not recall last Sunday's stroll around the block and was having troubles recalling when they lived near one another.
They finally went back in when Mom complained of the pain in the small of her back. As they sat she stated that her toe nail was coming off, and this was reported to the aide.
Jean left shortly after (nearly 2.5 hours), and headed home.
This evening Mom and I had dinner with my brother and his wife at their home. He picked her up and then took her for a scenic drive. She does like these, so it seems.
We sat outside by the pool and chatted. Mom was partly in the conversations - if only to reprimand us for slights that never occurred - and I discovered she would swing the conversations her way, and she spoke of many things that were vague and held no true meaning.
"Maybe next time you'd like to go for a swim."
"That could be, but when you think of how people are in trouble financially I'm not sure if they could see those flowers are so pretty there."
Yes. Did you follow? I'm getting the hang of it, and so are my brother and his wife.
Interestingly, though, she was drinking lemonade and when my brother came out with glasses of wine for himself and me, Mom wanted to know if that was the same kind of wine she was drinking. I told her it was, and she was quite content. So, when she said she wanted more I happily obliged. I have mentioned that she cannot taste or smell anymore, haven't I in posts past?
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| Mom engaged in conversation at dinner. She does look aged and tired - more so than I've seen before. |
We walked through the vegetable garden and looked at plants and flowers. Having her move seems to help her mood.
Mom wanted to leave about 30 minutes after she had arrived, but we kept telling her we'd need dinner, first. She didn't want to eat and leave our father in the lurch. I told her he was doing things with friends and wanted to make sure we'd be fine eating without him. This reassured her.
It was a pleasant evening, and after the roasted beef dinner followed by homemade short cake with strawberries we were all quite content.
We were able to get her out the door (we are learning how to manipulate the situation, otherwise she won't leave) and we had a pleasant conversation on the way to St. A's.
Upon arrival, we walked rather quickly compared to past times, and she sat in her chair when we came to her room. I checked her oranges and soda - hardly touched in 4 weeks. Her candy, unopened last week, was open with only a couple of chocolate bars missing. What all this means, I'm not sure.
Mom told me how busy she had been this week, going from meetings and doing things with friends. Of course, none of it happened. But I have come to the realization that her reality is still enmeshed with her past and all she'd done in her busy days of yore. No harm, in fact it gives her satisfaction. A good thing.
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