I met Ned at Atria this morning.
He had brought a watermelon and coffee cake for us to share with my mother.
I was pleased when we got to her apartment to see that the
newspaper had been picked up again. When we went in, she wasn't there.
Ned decided to check the dining room, and left me in the
apartment with his dog, Bouncer, the whiner. Bouncer spent most of the
time (15-20 minutes) Ned was gone (he called me from the dining room and
said they were finishing up there) standing at the door whining.
They arrived back at the apartment, my mother once again
pushing her walker. ("Is this my apartment?" as she sat down
and looked blankly around the room. I wish she could learn to
recognize where she has lived for the past 3+ years.)
We had a nice visit, though most of the time she didn't make
sense and when Ned and I talked, she usually didn't understand our words
(but laughed about it). "You know, I see you both speaking but I can't
understand a single word you are saying."
But after the blow up earlier this week, it's been so nice
to have three really positive days. When she is good, she is very,
very good...when she is bad, she is horrid. And it's nice
that Ned often brings out the best in her because Ned will not tolerate
anything less than positive.
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