Behind Door Number One . . .

Another hot weekend. Ugh. It’s a shame, but every time I walk out the door, it’s so hot that I just turn around and walk back inside to the a/c. I know I haven’t always had a/c in my life (or in my house), but I honestly don’t know how I ever lived without it.

I’ve said before that one of the changes I’ve noticed with M, as his disease progresses, is how he doesn’t finish any task he starts. For instance, last night he got a glass out of the cabinet to take water upstairs to have beside his bed during the night. Then he proceeded to walk up the stairs – with an empty glass in his hand.

Shutting doors seems to be a real issue for him, as well. If he’s doing something in the back yard, like grilling burgers, he’ll go in and out of the house several times. And EVERY SINGLE TIME, he’ll leave the door to the house standing wide open.

It drives me insane.

I’ve asked nicely that he be sure and close the door.

I’ve pointed out that the dogs are getting out the front door, when that’s the door in question, and they could possibly get hurt.

I’ve noted the waves of heat coming in the house and the expensively cooled air flying out the open door.

We’ve talked about flies and wasps coming into the house.

Somehow, none of these make a difference. He opens the door, walks right out and never considers shutting it.

Conversely, we have a bathroom in our upstairs hallway. The hallway has no windows and is dark, especially on cloudy days. I like to have the bathroom door open, so light from the window in that room can shine into the hall.

Wouldn’t you know, every time he goes into that bathroom, he closes the door behind him after he leaves the room. And it’s not that he NEEDS to close the door behind himself.

He just does.

Yet another of the mysteries of dementia.