Wednesday 29 June 2016

Gate is open!

Wednesday, June 29th, 2016
Had dinner with mom and the girls.  We had fish tonight.
Mom hardly ate anything.  She ate her strawberry tart.
She refused to let me cut her fish up for her.
She was having difficulty putting the fish on her spoon.
Then she tried to break up the fish with her spoon, but a sinew made it difficult to separate the piece.
She hardly ate her rice or beans.
Then she excused herself to go to the washroom.
She came back in about 5 minutes.
Ailene asked if she could eat mom's fish, so I gave it to her.
I offered mom some of my milk.  First she refused and then she drank it all.
Jackie came to join us at the end of the meal.  She poured a lot of sugar in her coffee.
She said she had been out all day and needed a rest.  She said she was going to go on a cruise to Hawaii with her daughter and grandchildren.
We went back to the room so Donna could use the washroom.  I checked the gate to the park while mom and Donna walked back to the room.  It was fixed.  I think they must have greased it with oil.
While Donna was in the washroom, I went over mom's photobook with her.
She couldn't say my name or tell me who I was, but she recognized me in most of the photos.
She recognized herself.  She smiled when she saw my brother's photo, but she couldn't say his name either.  She enjoyed looking at the photobook.
 I gave mom a jacket to put on, but while I was signing the girls out in the book, mom had taken her jacket off and left it in her room.  I had to go back and get her jacket.  Once we were outside, she was ready for her jacket.  We walked over to a bench outside the dog park.  We ate blueberries and sang songs.  Mom and Donna sang along.  We sang Oh my darling, Clementine, You are my Sunshine, She'll be coming round the Mountain, If you're happy and you know it.  I forgot words, but Donna remembered some.
Mom said she was cold so we decided to go back.  We sang along the way.  We sat in the FV room and watched a bit of Vacation.  Michael joined us.  He thinks I work at St. Michael's. 
When I was leaving I bumped into my brother.  He said he was having trouble getting in.  I had walked by the door several times, but hadn't noticed.  Santa had been trying to let me know, but I didn't understand why she was pointing to the door.  I think my brother couldn't get in because one of the residents with an ankle bracelet was probably near the door.

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