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20 July 2017
We don't have a lot of "normalcy" around here ... or at least around Atria ... these days. It's like going through Alice's rabbit hole when you are let into the memory unit and you never know what to expect. If I'm lucky, she's in a good mood, which means that we pretty much stare at each other for an hour while she asks me if she lives there and who this or that person is in a picture she indicates...and whether or not her mother is still alive.
If it's like last week, she is in another zone entirely. You can't convince her that she is not in a situation where everybody hates her because she's done something terrible, but doesn't know what she has done. (And if I'm very unlucky, I'm to blame for all of her problems.)
If I'm very lucky, she's in a giddy, chatty mood where everything tickles her fancy and we spend a lot of time laughing.
What rarely happens is a "normal" day. Days when I take her out to lunch are more or less normal, except for the endless questioning about where she is. But she used to go out to lunch with friends frequently and it's always pleasant to go out to lunch with her. I wish I could afford to take her out to lunch more often, because I really enjoy it, and she does too.
Haircut days are also normal day. She used to have her hair done once a week for years and was good friends with her hairdresser. Hannah. I last took her to see Hannah a couple of years ago when she needed a permanent. It cost so much money, I didn't take her back again, since Lucy, the beautician at Atria, does a fine job for much less money.
She was in good spirits when I got to Atria. She was napping, but got up right away. When she opened her eyes, her first word were "Well...I have a sister." When I told her that no, she had a daughter she came more to life and sat up.
I told her we were going to get her hair done and there was no argument. She just immediately put on her shoes and was ready to go.
It's always such fun watching her interacting with Lucy. It's one of those "normal" times. Other then telling Lucy that people always ask where she gets her hair done (she's thinking of when Hannah used to do it), they chatter away just like the old days.
And in the end, though she never thought she needed a haircut to begin with, she's delighted with how she looks.
We returned to her apartment and she sat down, dazed, and asked if this is where she was going to live from now on.
Normalcy was nice, while it lasted.
PHOTO OF THE DAY
I came across this creature the other day.
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