Living with Grandmother is an experience, let me tell you. She always wants something to do, or to go to the bathroom, or to have something to eat, or to pick up every pen in the house. Yesterday, when Mom got home, Grandmother was in a panic. She didn't know where she was, whose house she was in, and was afraid she was going to be arrested to being in someone's house. Mom told her that it was our house, and Grandmother referred to her as her friend. When mom said she was Grandmother's daughter, she was surprised. However, this morning, she called me by name. Wandered into the living room, then came back into my room and said, "I thought I was all alone here.
Alzheimer's is so much fun.
