An Unusual Saturday

I never know when Kate will be ready to get up in the morning. More often than not, it’s between 11:00 and noon. That means having our lunch rather than breakfast after she is dressed. That happens often enough that I have my own morning plans. When she awakes earlier, I just shift gears. That’s what happened Saturday morning.

I had just finished in the bathroom and was going to the closet for my clothes when I heard Kate say, “Hello. <pause> Hello?” It was just before 7:00. I walked over to her bedside and said, “Hello, I’m glad to see you.” She said, “I’m so glad you are here.” She was very uneasy although not as frightened as she is sometimes. I asked her what was wrong, and she said, “I don’t know.” We spoke a few minutes, but she was unable to tell me what the problem was. Then she said, “I’ve got to get out of here.” I told her I would be glad to take her.

At that point, I figured that if I could get her up and dressed, she would begin to feel more at ease. Then she might be fine. That didn’t work. She got up easily, and we got to the bathroom. She refused to use the toilet or to brush her teeth. She just wanted to get out. I asked her to take off her night gown. She didn’t want to. I explained that if she wanted to put on her clothes, she needed to take it off. She still wanted to get out of the house and soon agreed. We were in the car a few minutes later. I turned on the second movement to the Brahms Violin concerto, and we didn’t talk at all. She settled down.

My intention was to drive around for 20-30 minutes and then return home for breakfast. On the way, I saw a new breakfast place near our house and thought it might be nice to try it out. I drove a little longer before asking Kate if she would like to stop someplace for breakfast. She said she would. I turned around and went back to the new restaurant. She was fine, even cheerful, and we had a good, but heavy breakfast. The ride and music had done what I had hoped.

We were home by 9:00. It was no surprise that Kate wanted to rest and did so for almost an hour while I took a walk. By that time, she was ready for the bathroom. Then we sat down on the sofa to look at one of her photo books. We hadn’t gotten far before she wanted to rest again.

She rested for over two hours and was asleep most of that time. About 1:15, I asked if I could take her to lunch. She wanted to rest a little longer. I tried several times over the next hour and a half. Still no luck. I had been playing very relaxing music for her and shifted gears to something more lively around 2:30.

That didn’t have any effect either; however, I was able to rouse her at 3:15. I decided to go out for an early dinner. We arrived at the restaurant at 4:15 and had a pleasant meal, and the evening went well. We hadn’t followed anything like a normal day, but everything was fine. It pays to be flexible.

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