Sunday was a bittersweet day from start to finish. We started at Atria, meeting Ned and Marta for brunch, to celebrate my mother's birthday, which is tomorrow.
We've been over this for a week or more, but she didn't remember, of course. After her surprise that I was there, she was surprised again when Ned and Marta showed up, and especially when they wished her a happy birthday because she never realized it was her birthday.
When we all went to lunch, she asked why and then was surprised to find out it was her birthday and then as we sat down, she was astonished to learn it was her birthday. One thing about dementia--you get a lot of nice surprises!
For lunch we asked for two servings of brownie with ice cream. Walt wanted one of his own and Ned, Marta, my mother and I shared the other, which Ned cut into 4 equal pieces. She laughed when served, then looked away and when she looked back, she asked where that had come from and why were we having dessert and then was surprised to find out it was her birthday.
To my surprise, when we returned to the apartment, a woman, pushing a woman I had never seen before, knocked on the door. The woman who knocked obviously knew my mother and it was someone I had never seen before, which pleased me because my mother kinda sorta recognized her, which means she has made friends with someone on the staff. Anyway, the woman was bringing her a card and a piece of cake (which will sit in the fridge until I finally throw it away next month)
All things considered, except for the dementia part, it was a good day, she was in good spirits, we laughed a lot and then Walt and I went home, while Ned and Marta spent another 3 hours or so there until time to go to our second event of the day.