Yesterday was a day for the sitter, so I was eager to see if I needed to wake Kate for lunch. I didn’t. She got up a little earlier than I would have liked, but we didn’t have enough time to go to Panera. We went directly to lunch. She was very unsure of herself when she was getting dressed. I had gone back to check on her. She didn’t want me to leave until she had put everything on. This is another sign of her growing dependence on me. The past two days I have been putting her clothes out for her. She hasn’t complained. That tells me that she finds it helpful. It removes the burden of choosing what to wear, something she has always preferred to do.
As soon as we got home from lunch, she said she wanted to rest a while. She was in bed when Mary arrived and came to the bedroom to say hello. Kate greeted her warmly and expressed no discomfort that I was leaving. I came back an hour early yesterday to meet an electrician to fix an electrical outage in our bedroom. I was surprised to find that Kate was still in bed though awake. Mary said she had been there the entire time she was there. That was three hours. It is very rare for her to rest that long. It makes me think she felt uneasy with Mary. I don’t mean that there is a particular problem with Mary herself but that her comfort level is greater with me. This seems to be occurring with her growing dependence on me.
As soon as Kate knew I was home and that Mary had left, she had her iPad under her arm and was ready to leave the house. I told her we needed to let the electrician finish his work. He did that quickly. He found the problem was a short in our ceiling fan. I’ll need to buy a new one. He disconnected the fan to prevent any further problem. Although it was getting close to dinner time, we dropped by Panera for about thirty minutes.
We finished the day by watching another portion of Les Miserables. That seemed like the best part of her day. At least, it produces the greatest emotional response from her, and it’s all positive. I wonder if or when she will tire of seeing it. Until then, I find this a great way to entertain her for an hour or so. Last night, I actually stopped it because I thought she needed to get to bed to make it easier for her to get up this morning.
She asked my name several times yesterday. One of those came right after telling me she loved me. This is not the first time I have observed this juxtaposition of comments. It always surprises me. It is another good example of the difference in one’s memory of names from her feelings.
