Archive for September, 2010

Last night I decided to make an evening visit to Wayne. Took a peach and cookies a dear friend baked for us.
He was in jammies when I arrived, resting peacefully on his bed.

We enjoyed a visit, I tucked him in and left feeling peaceful myself. Spent the night at my Sis’ and BIL’s for a change.

Today we explored gardens at the care home that I didn’t even know existed. There are pathways leading to arbors, waterfalls, beautiful landscaping and lovely sitting areas tucked here and there – just a real paradise.

For residents’ security, all gates out are coded. We walked over half and hour and enjoyed all of it. There are lots of birds and feeders. I’ll have to buy one for Wayne’s window.

He loves red roses and there were blooming wildly. Tomorrow I hope to pack a lunch and enjoy it with him in an arbor.

Will take pics, forgot my camera today.

My heart just breaks with some of the happenings at the care home. No one is at fault, it’s the disease.

Yesterday a resident called me over to tell me about the night before. Seems M2 was telling Wayne she’d call if he wanted to go home. He was very upset and said he didn’t know the number. She asked over and over if he wanted to go.

I inquired if staff were around to hear this and she said they were not, putting other residents to bed.

How would you deal with this?

If only I’d known what the future held,no, I’m sure that would have been wrong.

I’ll bet everyday that I think of something I’d ask Wayne to make. Tonight it’s a purse rack like the stores have. The other night I drooled wishing there were a laptop holder on my treadmill. All I had to do was ask and he’d come up with the plan and do it.

My brother and his partner renovated the suite in their home – did some work themselves but had to hire out a lot. Wayne would have loved to go for a visit and custom build stuff for them.

He did a lot for family and friends, also.

I guess the only way to look at it is that I had it good for many, many years – something like 35 years before AD raised it’s ugly head. Have I ever told you that I hate you Alzheimer’s? I have? Well, I hate you more than ever.

M tells everyone who she meets that her husband doesn’t love her anymore. He visits her and she smiles and he tells funny stories so what’s with that?

Today she corralled a gentleman and was talking it up. We left at that point.

As we passed her table upon returning, she smiled a most enticing, come hither smile, “Come sit at my table. You can sit on my lap.” Now, I imagine she was inviting Wayne to her table:) Anyway, we ran like 2 frightened rabbits to his room and hid out for a bit.

Of course, he immediately forgot it. I didn’t. Have a feeling she will be moved if her advances become physical. Right now it’s just kind of humorous.