Things pick up in the afternoon.

Kate has never been a morning person, but I think her cold has made it especially difficult to get going. She didn’t get up until shortly after 10:00 today after going to bed close to 9:30 last night. When we got to Panera at 11:20, she was still not fully awake and not very jovial. She didn’t recover during lunch. After getting home, she went directly to bed where she rested about 45 minutes. When she got up, she joined me in the family room where she worked on her iPad for another hour. We didn’t talk during that time, but she seemed to be more alert. Finally, she indicated, though not in words, that she was ready. She just closed her iPad and said, “Well.” I said, “I guess you are ready to go.” She said, “Whenever you are.”

As we drove to Barnes & Noble, she was quite cheerful and talkative. I was playing a CD of the musical Cats. When she heard “Memory,” she said, “I love that song.” I said, “It is interesting that it is probably the best known song from the musical, and it’s the only one not based on one of T. S. Eliot’s poems.” She hadn’t remembered that the musical is based on his book, An Old Possum’s Book Of Practical Cats. She said, “That’s got to go in the album.”

She was talking about her photo album of our family. She hasn’t worked on it in at least two years, but she still occasionally mentions things that she wants me to remember to put in the album. I could tell she would never finish the album more than two years before she stopped working on it. The only thing she has ever done to create the album is to select some family photos for inclusion and edit them. She has never put anything into the software that she would use to make the albums. She did edit and edit and edit the photos. That was the first of her activities to go. That left her with the yard and jigsaw puzzles on her iPad. Now it’s looking like the yard may become a thing of the past as well.

Speaking of the yard, spring is on the way. We see various trees and shrubs beginning to bud and flower. I have been watching to see if we might get any new leaves on the shrubs around the house. I am glad to see that at least some of them are coming back. I haven’t seen any indication that others have any new growth. They are completely bare. I’m not going to give up hope just yet, but it’s not looking good.

The short rest that Kate had gotten after lunch must have done the trick. She has been just fine since she got up. Once we were at Barnes & Noble, she got rather chatty. She started reminiscing about her mother and father as well as our marriage and how good she felt about our children and grandchildren. These are things she says quite often. She and I talk about how fortunate we are. Periodically, she would say, “Okay, I’m going to stop now.” She would look down at her iPad. Then she would start talking again. She must have done this at least four or five times before she really stopped. At that point, she said, “Now, I think I’m going to play.” Then as though she had to justify that to me, she added, “You know, you can’t do serious things all the time.” I am glad to see I’ve got the “real” Kate back now, and I am grateful that we always seem to have good afternoons and evenings.

What do I do next?

I am becoming more confident that Kate’s asking for permission is as much or more her asking “what should I do?” rather than “what may I do . . .?” It seems to be a little of both. I think she is unsure of herself and looks to me for guidance. Clearly, I do correct her on some things, so I do think she wants to please me. I don’t, however, see any sign either in the tone of her voice or the look on her face that seems to convey any resentment, just wanting to know what she should do.

Tonight we had another very peaceful and very pleasant evening together. We always do. We had spent almost an hour at Panera that was very relaxing. Then almost another hour at dinner. As we waited for our pizza, she looked over at me and said, “You know you’re the most important person in my life.” I suspect that is something that every caregiver would like to hear. Then we came home where she worked on her iPad while I watched the evening news. The next thing I knew it was 8:45. I went to take my shower. She continued with her iPad.

While I was in the shower, she opened the door to the bathroom and in a soft voice said, “Richard.” I said, “Yes.” Then she asked, “Can I get ready for bed now?” As always, I said, “Yes.” She is now in bed while I write this post. Chris Botti is playing on my sound system. It’s been another good day. I think I’ll join Kate.

A Pleasant Day Yesterday

We didn’t have anything special on our agenda yesterday, but we had a very pleasant day together. She was in a cheerful mood all day. At lunch she asked for some help with names. Specifically, she asked our daughter’s name. I told Jesse. Then she asked the last name. I told her Brewer. That triggered Jesse’s husband’s name, Greg. Then she asked me the name of her brother’s wife. I told her Virginia. With a little frustration, she said, “I knew that. It just wouldn’t come to me. I don’t think I am fully awake yet.”

At dinner last night, we sat in a booth where we have sat many times. On the wall is a print of the painting American Gothic. Each time we see it she asks me the name. She frequently gets American but forgets Gothic. That is what she did last night. Moments later, she asked me the name again. Over the course of our meal she must have asked as many as seven or eight times. It is clear that she recognizes her loss of names and is trying to recover it.

The surprise of the day is that we spent almost two hours in our family room after getting home from lunch. Based on the past, I expected she would want to go to Barnes & Noble pretty quickly, but she asked, “What now?” I told her that I thought it would be nice if we spent some time at home for a while and then we could go to Barnes & Noble. She said, “Okay.” I turned on some music and reviewed income tax information that I will give to our accountant this week. She got her iPad and worked jigsaw puzzles. Since we don’t do this very often, I was curious how long it would last before she wanted a change. It was almost two hours later. Then we went to Barnes & Noble for another hour and a half before going to dinner.

When we got home, I didn’t turn on the TV for the evening news. Instead, I turned on some music and read for a couple of hours while Kate worked on her iPad. It had been a very pleasant day.

Kevin’s Visit: Day 4

Kate and I have enjoyed each day Kevin has been with us. Yesterday was an especially good day. It is interesting that music played a role in making this a day to remember, but it wasn’t just any music. It was music played by Kevin and his former piano teacher, Marian Covington. On two of his previous visits, we have paid a visit to see her. She will be 90 in June and still plays beautifully. She made her debut in Carnegie Hall when she was around 19 and has spent her entire adult life teaching piano. She has always been especially fond of Kevin who was one of her star pupils for many years.

During his college days at TCU, he focused more on the organ than piano and has served as organist and interim organist at several churches over the years. With the growth of his family and his involvement with his career, he has played much less. Marian has encouraged him to practice so that they he might play for her on another visit. This time he had worked on Debussy’s “Clair de Lune.” He played it for her and then invited her to play it. She took the opportunity to give him another piano lesson.

The music they played was beautiful. Kate loved it. So did I, and we were both touched to watch the two of them talk about the pieces. They were two people sharing a common bond with the music of the piano. Kate kept commenting on the way in which Marian spoke to Kevin. It wasn’t just that of a teacher speaking to a student. It was more like one colleague discussing music with another colleague. Another comparison would be that of a private master class with a mentor and her protégé. Kate was so proud of Kevin and the way he has grown. As I sometimes say, Kate is not moved by as many things these days. When something like this happens, I am moved to see her so engaged. It was a wonderful afternoon.

Though clearly the highlight of our day, there were other good experiences. We had lunch at our church with the seniors group. Today, a retired rabbi spoke to us about Jerusalem focusing on archeological findings. We had met him some years before at the home of our friends, Ellen and Gordon Seacrest. We had a good conversation with him before his presentation. Coincidentally, we also saw him at dinner this evening and got to see his wife.

Kate handled herself well again with this group. In particular, she participated actively in our conversation with the rabbi and with a former Methodist minister who are friends of ours. She was just as natural as she could be. No one who didn’t already know about her diagnosis would have ever guessed.

This visit Kevin has been able to observe some of Kate’s symptoms that I have told him about. That includes his missing clothes as well as a number of other little things. He also saw her express some irritation with me and her growing openness about not remembering things. As we left a conversation with our friend, the former Methodist minister, she said with a little frustration, “I don’t know why I can’t remember his name.” I sloughed it off in the same way that many others do. I said, “Remembering names can be hard. Everyone has trouble.” At this point, I don’t see any good reason to remind her that she has Alzheimer’s and that it will only get worse.” At dinner, she asked me to stop talking and give her a simple explanation of something I was telling her. Just as important, he has been able to see how well she can function despite the many symptoms of her disease.

Kevin’s Visit: Day Three

As they have done on previous visits, Kate and Kevin went to lunch on their own while I went to Rotary. Kevin initiated these lunches several years ago with the thought that it would give him a greater opportunity for him to focus on her. Of course, this has also been special for Kate since she is often quieter when I am present.

We met at my office after our respective lunches and visited with the staff for about an hour. Kevin worked at the office when he was in high school, so his connection goes back a good way. I think we all enjoyed catching up on what’s going on in our lives. It was another good social experience. Kate enjoyed herself, and, as she usually does, handled the social interaction quite well.
When we returned home, we looked at several other slide shows of family photos. It was good to see her deriving so much pleasure.

Earlier in the day, Kevin got to experience one of the things that has become a common part of my life. He went back to his room and discovered that his clothes were missing. Simultaneously, I had taken some of Kate’s clothes to hang in her closet. When I did, I found some clothes on her bed. When I looked more closely, I found they were Kevin’s. I gave them to him. Then I went back to Kate’s room where I found the rest of his clothes. Of course, we never said anything to Kate. That makes no sense. That would have only made her feel bad for mistaking his clothes for her own.

Kevin’s Visit: Day Two

We had another nice day. Once again, Kate got up sufficiently early that I did not have to wake her. That left us with the right amount of time for her to get ready without rushing her. I reminded her that Kevin was here and that we were going to church. I had looked through her clothes before she got up an picked out a couple of things. When I showed her one of the tops and asked how she like that, she said, “Why don’t you just let me pick out something?” I agreed. In a few minutes, I selected one of two tops that I thought would work. I had already taken a nice pair of pants that I keep in my closet and put them on the bed. She had them on when she suggested that I let her pick out something.

When she came out of her room, she was wearing a top that was best for everyday wear, not for church. I reminded her that we were going to church and then gave her the top I had selected. She accepted my choice, and we were off to Panera.

When we arrived, there was an unusually large group from a Catholic Church who often go out for coffee after morning mass. We have become acquainted with about 8-10 of them. I introduced Kevin who had met some of them on a previous visit. Kate was especially talkative and continued her conversation with several of them while Kevin and I were talking to another member of the group.

We had almost an hour before we needed to be at church, so Kate had plenty of time to finish her muffin before we left. In fact, we arrived a little early. That gave us time to visit with friends before the service.

We had a nice lunch and then went to one of our local theater for their last performance of a farcical play in which a group of actors meet for a weekend at the home of the lead actor. It was not a great play, but we enjoyed it.

After the play we closed out the day with dinner with a church friend who had been a volunteer for the youth program when Kevin was in high school. We had a great evening of conversation. It was a perfect end to another nice day.

Our Son’s Visit: Day One

Kevin arrived right on time yesterday morning. Kate had gotten up early enough that we were able to make it to Panera for her muffin and still be on time to meet him. We went straight to lunch and then came back to the house for the afternoon. A number of years ago, Kate’s brother, Ken, when through Kate’s father’s photo albums and scanned many of them. I put together three different slide shows from some of those, and the three of us watched them. It was fun to see the pictures of her aunts and uncles when they were the young married part of the family. It also included many photos of Kate and Ken as well as their cousins. We had seen many of these pictures before, but it had been a while. I always enjoy seeing Kate when she is really engaged and obviously deriving so much pleasure.

We went to Antonio’s for dinner. It has been quite a while since we had eaten there. Kevin had expressed an interest in going. We all had a good time, and I had the best Chilean Sea Bass I’ve ever had. We just might have to go again soon.

We’re looking forward to another nice day.

A Little Irish Music

Last night we went to Casa Bella for Broadway Night. Since tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day, the program featured Irish Music rather than Broadway. I went not knowing exactly what to expect and how much of the music I would recognize. I was surprised to discover that I recognized all but two of the songs. They were almost all Irish ballads that were familiar to those in the audience who are our age. That was the majority. They opened with “Peg ‘O My Heart,” following by “Danny Boy,” “How Are Things in Glocca Morra,” and “When Irish Eyes are Smiling.”

Once again, the singers were very good. We enjoyed all the music as well as the people with whom we sit. These musical nights have become very important for both Kate and me. I don’t yet see any signs they are becoming any less so. That was a great way to close our day.

What a Nice Day

At the end of my previous post I said that I thought it would be another good day. Of course, I didn’t really know, but all the indications were good. I am glad to report that everything went well. We left Panera for lunch about 11:30, and then returned home for about 45 minutes.

I had scheduled a rare staff meeting at my office at 1:30. Since our sitter is in New York today, I invited Kate along and told her she could work on her iPad in my office during our meeting. Our current staff consists of three people who have been with me over thirty years, and it’s been a good while since Kate had seen them. I was surprised that she didn’t ask me to help her remember their names during our drive to the office. Perhaps she hadn’t remembered where we were going, just that we were going out. I believe that is true most of the time we go places.

When we got there, we must have had 20-30 minutes of social time. After all, I only see them briefly when I stop by on my way to Rotary each week. I was glad to see that Kate very quickly got into a conversation with two of them while I was chatting with another. In a few minutes, we were all in a general conversation and enjoying ourselves. I saw Kate participate comfortably in a way that I don’t often see. I would say she was handling the situation remarkably well. Once again, I thought how fortunate it is that she has retained this gift of sociability even when her memory is gone.

The surprise came when I decided to start the meeting. I told Kate that she was welcome to join us but that she could also go to my office and work on her iPad. She decided to stay. She even spoke a little, especially at the end when she was very complimentary about these three who have been with me for so long. It pleased me no end.

When the meeting was over and we started down the stairs, she said, “Where am I?” At first, I said, “Knoxville.” She said, “No, I know that.” Then I explained that we were at my office. How interesting that she could talk so comfortably with the staff and praise them for their ability to run the show and then immediately wonder where she was. This is just one more mystery. One thing was clear to me. She had enjoyed herself and handled herself beautifully. I left feeling really good.

From the office, we went directly to Barnes & Noble where we stayed two and a half hours before going to dinner. It was unusual, but today we didn’t see a single person we know. Kate didn’t take a break during the entire time we were there. She might have stayed longer if I hadn’t said it was time for dinner.
We had a good dinner and have spent a quiet evening together. She is now in bed, and I will join her in a few minutes. It’s been another good day.

A Brief Observation About Our Day

Before it ends, I want to say what a nice day we have had. Kate has been in a very good mood from the moment she got up. Except for her asking me people’s names, I could almost forget that she has Alzheimer’s. I’ll go to bed feeling good.