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.