Tuesday, July 22, 2014

I am back home again. Spent a delightful day down at the Jersey shore and three nights with college friends at a lovely lakeside home. Mom was at Rittenhouse, which she described as “crowded.” I think she was expecting to go to a private home, but I know she received the best care. She said there were no activities—well, at least that she remembers. I called yesterday morning before I left the lake and spoke with her. She said she was at “Rob’s house” and wondered if I would come visit. I said that I would. Mom didn’t remember that I live her, too, and she often forgets who does live here. Sometimes she will ask where “they” are. Rob once asked her who “they” were, and she merely said, “You know—the others.” Not much of a lead.

Anyhow, back to work and chores. Back to my pups and my own bed. No lake view from my bedroom window, but a beautiful welcome home from my Quickfire hydrangeas, which are already turning pink. They bloom early and prolifically all summer in a brilliant white, looking much like a bridal bouquet. They then turn pink to shades of light red in the fall. Quite a show. I am glad to be home and happy to have mom here, too—even though she is beating up her Cheerios in the kitchen. I sometimes tell her to stop playing with her food and eat! (I remember mom telling me that when I was a child. It’s her turn to hear it now.)