COMING TOGETHER--44

Here on Wednesday, the day went well. Mom awoke but went to her tv chair too early in the morning. I criticized her for this, she said she'd come in the kitchen for breakfast and eventually did it. So I didn't say anythiing more.

I did my errands for us and brought her the coffee she likes best, as a reward for eating breakfast. I think she wants to be free of my telling her what to do, but she seems to know that I will say the same thing every day--eat real food and things go well.

We watched some baseball, I got us dinner at McDonalds and I went to my Bible study. When I came back, she had straightened up the kitchen, done a few chores, gone outside and was sitting up in her chair. All of that made me feel more like trusting her.

I know her mind is slowly eroding but her disposition is better every day. Tomorrow we will go do her taxes at HR Block. Friday I go back to work for the first time in 1 1/2 months. Saturday I will take her to have her hair done and then go to work. So maybe we have turned a corner and I can relinquish some of my worries and duties as her supervison.

Now it is Thursday, the day I take Mom to do her taxes.

We are back from the tax lady, Elaine. Mom had evidently thrown out some forms she needed. So we had to call two companies to have them mail the forms again. We are waiting on that.

We went to a cafeteria to eat. The food is good and generous, but Mom couldn't see what dessert she had chosen. It was so rich, it made her sick for an afternoon! She slept it off.

We watched an Agatha Christie video--Poirot--and then Rangers baseball came on tv. They won big, so the day ended well.

On the next day, Friday morning, I had to call Social Security early, 8am. I had to ask Mom to talk to them at that time and she remembered everything they asked her. She was great. I didn't think she could do it, being rudely awakened at 815am when she is usually in deep sleep. But she came through.

I am beginning to think she might live without me living here, if I come by two days a week to do things for her. I'm feeling the risk involved, but she is improving in health and attitude.

Her vision is not improving, it is getting worse. Her memory is not improving, either. But I can cover for that.