Yesterday was another relaxed day and a very nice one. Even though we had no commitments for the day, I got Kate up before she was ready. Our housekeeper was at the house, and I also didn’t want to eat too late in the day. Fortunately, Kate didn’t make a fuss at all about getting up. She responded to me as though she recognized me. She didn’t ask my name or who I am. She gladly accepted my help with dressing although she did most of it by herself.
When we were ready for lunch and about to get in the car, she called to me in a whisper and motioned me to come close to her. It was like she was trying to keep someone from overhearing her although there was no one around. I walked to her, and she whispered in my ear, “What is my name?” I told her. She asked me to repeat it and then said it herself. As I opened the car door, she said, “What’s your name?” When I told her, she said, “I knew that.”
On the way to lunch, I played a CD of familiar show tunes. She sang along with several of them. I was surprised at her memory for the lyrics. She didn’t get them perfectly, but she did a pretty good job. She also surprised me as we left the restaurant. We were about to step off a curb when she said, “Take my hand.” I immediately sang the phrase “Take my hand; I’m a stranger . . .” She finished it by singing “in paradise.” I was surprised again. That’s an old song, and one that we haven’t heard in many years.
Later after we had returned home, she picked up something that belonged to our housekeeper thinking it was ours. I told her it was the housekeeper’s. She said, “My bad.” I don’t ever recall her using that expression before, and it is obviously of a more recent vintage than the old songs she was singing earlier. Once again she had surprised me.
I continue to believe Kate derives a good bit of pleasure from the puzzle pictures themselves as well as the satisfaction of completing them. She often asks me to look at a puzzle after she has finished it and comments about the colors or how cute the animals are. She has two or three that she works over and over. Both of them are pictures of kittens. One is very colorful. Kate like that. She likes the kitten in the other one. This happened several times while we were at Barnes & Noble yesterday afternoon. Her intuitive abilities are alive and well.
After dinner last night, I turned on the last of the Clemson/Notre Dame game and planned to watch the Alabama/Oklahoma game. As so often happens, my plans changed. Normally, Kate works her puzzles until time for her to go to bed. As I have mentioned before, she is encountering a little more frustration with her puzzles now. There have been a number of occasions in the past several weeks that she has simply put down her iPad and sat without doing anything. That is what happened last night. I saw that she had stopped working her puzzles and knew that she needed a break. I suggested that I find a YouTube video with some music. She liked the idea. I found a series of Andrea Bocelli videos that she enjoyed. That was followed by an old “Christmas in Vienna” concert with The Three Tenors. She watched all of it and was thoroughly entertained. That was an hour. It led to several additional videos of Bocelli with other musicians like Lang Lang and Sarah Brightman. Kate was so engaged that she didn’t want to go bed but did so at my urging.
So what about football? The truth is that I didn’t have a stake in either game, so I didn’t consider it a great sacrifice to give them up. In addition, I also enjoyed the music as well as watching Kate being so engaged. I hope that we will be able to enjoy music together for a long time. It’s a pleasure for me to live in the moment with her. It is also another example of how important intuitive abilities are to both of us. They provide moments of joy I did not expect when Kate was diagnosed.
