DAY #53 > TUESDAY 15th DECEMBER
Mum’s a little forgetful this morning, but that’s not new news. I remind her that she’s due to have coffee with Brenda this morning, but she says she doesn’t want to go. I suggest a phone call would be a good idea, as I thought she was expected there. Mum declined – which I find very odd.
Mmm.
A few minutes later she asked about Brenda again, so I repeated all & this time grabbed the phone, dialled Brenda’s number & handed the phone to Mum. Mum nailed it – lovely call with Brenda & arranged to visit tomorrow afternoon instead, as all of our incredibly busy diaries are clear – & seemed much happier. We had coffee & a banana & then took Abel out for a walk.
I mentioned to Mum that I found it very unusual that she didn’t want to speak to her friend this morning. She agreed, & after a little gentle searching I do believe it was because Mum acknowledged that she wasn’t at her ‘brightest’ this morning & didn’t want to speak to her friend in case she had an issues whilst talking.
Bless her.
I tried to reassure her that we all have good & bad days, but I for one had noticed that once Mum had spoken with Brenda she was hugely buoyed up & in a much better place – so perhaps she simply needs to exercise her brain every morning to ‘get going properly’? Food for thought.
After that, I made an appointment for The Big Dr. Lyle Debate for next Tuesday morning – 9.30am – & so far, so good today at 12.00 noon as I type this & spend a couple of hours working on the backend of the blog before heading out to t’shops, as I need to get some food as I’m coooooking . . .
The morning passed without incident & Bob presented Mum with apple pie & ice cream for ‘lunch’. Sigh. You had one job . . .
Mum asked Bob if he wanted to walk Abel with her early afternoon – & he replied ‘Yes!’ Well, to say my flabber was gharsted would be a gross understatement, & this really was music to my ears. Alas, for some reason only beknown to Bob, he decided to leave before Mum & by the time Mum was ready he’d already reached the end of the drive, which believe me took a long time at his wibbly pace . . .
Eventually we caught him up & I asked Bob why he couldn’t wait for Mum. He shrugged. I confess this kind of thing really bugs me & I simply don’t ‘get’ it, so I replied that Mum had asked him to walk with her but he’d gone off ahead – a good five minutes or more. He shrugged. I asked again, ‘Why didn’t you wait for Mum?’ He made some comment about gloves. I asked again, ‘Why didn’t you wait for Mum?’ He made some quip about being ready. I asked again, loudly: ‘WHY DIDN’T YOU WAIT FOR MUM?’ He shrugged his shoulders. I shrugged mine in return & voiced how bizarre it was that Mum asked you to walk with her but you go off walking on your own. I then walked on & kept my mouth shut. He truly is incapable of doing what he’s asked to do unless he puts his own spin on it. I’m so sad for Mum to be faced with this kind of behaviour & reaction, as walking together arm-in-arm would be something I know she’d love to do. Sigh.
I went food shopping in the afternoon & Mum had a siesta, & to be honest I enjoyed some time away from the house, as the conflict & generally difficulty in communicating is really showing itself now; ‘deliberately obstinate’ would be how I’d currently describe Bob.
I’m gone a couple of hours & no real issues or anything to report upon our return, as she helped me prep dinner & we all ate well – chicken wrapped in bacon with roasted veg – & Groundhog Day eve ensued . . .