Now, About My Day...

Well. It's Thursday today. Daughter had the day off, so I did not get to watch Baby Boy. Which, turned out to be a good thing, as my mom had an eye doctor's appointment. She actually had one last week, but forgot about it. This is not good. My dad never forgets anything, yet, he forgot this. So, the doctor's office called to reschedule with my mom, but she didn't write it down... Anyway. The appointment was today, and it was all good.

The appointment was at 10:40, but we left at 10, because that is what we do. Good thing, as there is still a major road closure, which is smack dab in the middle of the way to ALL of their various and sundry doctor's offices. We made it with just enough time for a bathroom stop. Time is important here, as my mom's 'hurrier' is broken. She can no longer hurry.

We had planned on lunch after the appointment, but there is some sort of senior special at Old Country Buffet (i love OCB, by the way) but not until after 1:00. This left us with some time to kill, so we hunted down and found a mission thrift store that we had never been to. I found a white crib sheet for Baby Boy and also four books. My mom kept finding beautiful old glassware, and my dad kept making her put it back and reminding her that she had beautiful glassware at home, which is true. She kept finding the same glassware that she had just put back, and he made the same response. It would be funny, if it wasn't so sad. She has not lost her eye for good quality leaded glass. I was impressed. But, this thrift store also knew what the good stuff was, and their prices reflected their knowledge.

So, having killed sufficient time, we set off for OCB. My parents have ALWAYS been conscientious eaters who obey their doctor's advice. They do very well there. But, it takes my mother forever to eat now. I don't know why. I think she just enjoys watching all of the people. Especially little kids. She will talk to ANYONE. Even people who look like they would rather flatten you than stop what they are doing so mom can talk to their kids. My mom doesn't notice this. She will talk to ANYONE. Thankfully, contrary to what you read in the newspaper and hear on the news, most people are kind, considerate and sweet to white haired ladies.

Now, I must add here that even though my mom has some bad times with dementia, she is at times still very much herself. Today the waitress at OCB, who knows them, came to clear plates away. My dad's hat was on the table, my mom said to the waitress, 'Take his hat, I'm getting sick of that one'.

Two hours after arriving at OCB, five hours after heading out for the doctor's appointment, I arrived home. In need of a nap. Baby Boy and Daughter were there, so I got to get some hugs and kisses in.

I must have looked especially tired, as Daughter offered to pick THGGM up from work, which of course he loved, because he got to show off his beloved grandson to all of his co-workers.

Tonight I wandered off on my own to do some thrift shopping. I found some of the small mercury glass beads like I used in my 'glass ball picture' ornaments. They were cheap. I found them in the aqua and a very pale pink. I was happily surprised! But, not shocked, as whenever I think of something I need but don't know where to find it, God whispers it into the ear of someone in our town, who immediately drops it off at the thrift store. Of this, I am convinced!

So really, it was a good day, spent with people whom I dearly love.

Now I am patiently waiting for God to whisper the cure for dementia into the right person's ear so that I can have my mom back.