Well, that’s it. M and I have done our traveling for the year. All in two weekends.
That’s kind of sad, isn’t it? But trying to travel and being away from home with a dementia patient is not for the weak-willed or faint of heart.
Over Mother’s Day weekend, we drove to Atlanta to see the Atlanta Braves play the Philadelphia Phillies (baseball.) The drive down wasn’t bad – although traffic on I-85 was ridiculous the whole way there. M was in a good mood and excited about the games. Continue reading “Travel . . . Stop”
M and I had a really good evening together last night. Baseball is back – so we enjoyed watching the Braves on TV again. We had enjoyable conversations and a good dinner. We put together the list of things he needs to do every evening to make sure he is ready for work the next morning and I went to bed feeling really good about the entire day.
This morning, as he was getting his things together for work, he got his lunchbox out of the pantry. Suddenly on the counter, he had his turkey sandwich sitting there, but I hadn’t seen him get it out of the refrigerator. I started not to say anything, but I had to ask – where did your sandwich come from?
It had been in his lunch box overnight. When he made his sandwich the night before, he put it in his lunchbox and put the lunchbox in the pantry – rather than putting the sandwich in the refrigerator overnight. I wouldn’t have eaten it, but he wasn’t worried about it.
It should be a good weekend. We’ll go to the butcher shop and try to get the Keto diet kick started again. M is ready to get some yard work started, which will be nice . . . and a good change from sitting in front of the TV all weekend. Hope the weather will cooperate!
