When I go to Atria, I stay almost exactly an hour. I don't keep track of the time, but it seems that we run out of things to talk about or I can't take one more round of "I'm old, Bev." Today I was there to pick up laundry and I was telling her I was cooking corn on the cob for dinner. She groaned. . She loves corn on the cob. I was thrilled. I had 3 ears at home, and plenty of chicken so I invited her to come back with me and have dinner at our house. But she said she has been feeling dizzy lately and didn't want to leave her apartment ("dizzy" is the excuse she uses when she wants to get out of something)
Trying to find something different to talk about, I started telling her that Peach broke her wrist. She had been trying to turn one of her dogs over to the groomer and she went in one direction and the dog in the other and somehow she broke her wrist.
I was going to try to find the picture of the cast with my phone and then realized....phone! I could call her. So I placed a call, turned on the speaker and we could both talk to her. My mother didn't say much, but she enjoyed listening to the two of us talking.
She (my mother) has a hard time remembering Bob's name these days, and can't remember where they live or why they moved there, but I think it was good for her to hear Peach's voice.