Wednesday, June 11, 2014 

Poured this morning. Glad I took the photo of the roses before the onslaught. Didn’t manage to get mom to stand in front of them yet. But they should perk up some when/if the sun comes out. 

Mom is in the kitchen now, beating the bejeezus out of the Cheerios. Sounds like construction work out there. I am in my office, eating my own breakfast, away from the hammering spoon, even thought I know mom would love to have company. I feel some guilt about this, but the noise is intolerable. Add to that her slurping. I know. I know. I should be more tolerant. But I remove myself from some forms of stress when I see no other recourse. 

I have already showered mom and dressed her. We are ready for our foray to the podiatrist. Am hoping to stop off at a garden center and persuade her to join me. Most of the time, she prefers to sit in the car. And today, because it’s so overcast, she might prefer not to venture out. Mom has become very skittish about going out altogether. We shall see what our venture will bring today. Last time, we stopped for pizza at Fiori’s. That was fun, but a bit too early. I think I need to make the appointments later in the day so we can enjoy a nice lunch out. Wind is picking up again. Looking gray out there. Not boding well. 

Rob just joined mom in the kitchen. It’s 0930, and mom who is usually up much later teases Rob when she can: Good afternoon, Rob. Vestiges of the old mom remain. Rob and mom spar for a bit. She enjoys it.