The plan for the day was to go to Atria, maybe for lunch, and then get some errands done. But on the drive over to Atria, the skies and the trees were so gorgeous that I knew I had to get my mother out of the damn place and go. see. nature.
Everywhere you looked there were gorgeous cloud formations and all the trees were starting to come into full blossom. When I saw my mother lying, as she always does these days, on the couch, awake, but just staring off into space, I didn't ask her, I told her that I was taking her out to lunch. I figured we would go to Denny's in Woodland but I would take the long way to and from there, driving through areas of Davis where I knew we would see a lot of trees...and open areas where there would be good views of clouds.
She was confused, of course, but meekly followed me out to the car. It was perfect. She loved the clouds (which she sometimes called "flowers" when she couldn't remember the word for clouds) and even noticed the blossoms on the trees. And you could not ask for a more glorious day.
We passed by almond orchards just coming into blossom, not quite full, but very pink, and stopped to watch a crop dusting plane which was flying over the orchards.
Then on out to Woodland, to Denny's, where we parked under a tree that she thought was so beautiful.
The choices on a menu always confuse her, so I give her a menu, but order for her, letting her make her own choices if the waitress asks her, but if the choices are still too confusing (don't ask "white/wheat/rye/biscuit/muffin?" -- entirely too complicated!), I just answer for her, since I usually know what she wants.
She had a fried egg, hash browns, bacon and wheat toast. To my amazement, she ate it all, which she usually does not do During the lunch she kept staring out the window marveling at all the cars that were driving past the restaurant and how they all looked new.
We got back in the car and drove back to Davis. I drove around, downtown through the arch of trees on F Street that is always so beautiful, and the line of blossoming trees on Covell Blvd, which are so pretty at this time of year.
Of course she had no idea I was driving in big circles, and she enjoyed all the views and I think that by the time I returned her to Atria (which she recognized as somewhere she had been before), she was tired and ready to take a nap.
It was a lovely day and she only asked me twice what I was doing tonight and only once if I was going dancing. I consider that a successful afternoon