Tuesday, May 20, 2014 

Lucy is at the groomer. Val is much relieved. And I am back editing files. 

Oh, Sleeper’s Awake! Mom called. She asked again about who gave me my lightweight Polartec jacket. For the hundreth time, I said, Betty. Betty, who comes over every day, twice a day, to walk the pups with me. Mom knows her by name; yet this morning, she asked Do you ever see her anymore? Yes, mom. Every day. 

I go into the kitchen to turn the bentwood stool. Mom would sit right on the edge and has done so before. Am trying to preserve what I can. Must prepare her cereal and coffee and toast. Her earlier shouts woke Rob, who is now back in bed, trying to get more ZZZ’s. 

I showered mom, made her cereal, and told her that Rob would make her coffee. They share a cup. Mom drinks very little. I decided I should sit with her as she ate her cereal. Started a Mozart Divertimento first to soften the sounds. Sitting with mom during breakfast is something I assiduously avoid, as she makes so much noise—mild slurping as if drinking hot soup and the incessant clanking of her spoon against the cereal bowl as she lines up and submerges all the little Cheerios equally. She talked about the cat on the ceiling being up there all day and night and how cold he must be. (Mom has determined somehow that he is a male cat!) She asked no less than 5 to 10 times about where Rob was, commenting each time that he likes to sleep. She asked why he sleeps so late, and I reminded her that she is the one who usually sleeps late, but that Rob goes to bed very late, being a night owl. Explanations are virtually useless. She either does not hear them, does not understand them, or dismisses them summarily. 

Mozart still playing beautifully. Will wash some dishes and get back to work and hope that mom will not disturb me too many times.