Boy, yesterday and today have been roller-coasters. Yesterday, Lola asked me who bought all the furniture in the house. She told me I was telling her crap when I told her she did. She absolutely refused to believe it.
This morning when I got up, I found a cooked chicken on the floor in the kitchen. I had roasted a chicken and put the left-overs in the refrigerator. Don't ask me. I have no clue why the chicken was on the floor when I got up.
I also think Dad tried to fry something in the morning before I got up. There was some olive loaf on the wrong shelf. I have no clue if he tried to fry the chicken or fry the olive loaf.
He's been getting a banana and a glass of juice, and he's also been sleeping later. That's nice because Lola stays up so late. It's easier on me to get enough sleep when he sleeps late. If he's going to start getting up early again and trying to cook, I'll have to go back to sleep deprivation.
Tonight Lola asked me who bought the piano and brought it into the house and if anyone could play it. That has been a recurring question/theme for months. Tonight it started a cascade of memories for her, and she started talking about Bebe rolling up to the piano in their family's house. Then she asked me if I remembered when Elizabeth had polio. Sigh. Since Lola was 15 or 16 when Bebe had polio, and Lola didn't have me until she was 32, it's a bit impossible for me to remember it.
When it came time for Mom to go to bed, she stood up and couldn't control her bladder. I've been trying to keep a handle on that, but don't always succeed. She couldn't remember how to get to her other pajamas or change her clothes, and I had to lead her through doing all of that.
And may I just say that tonight is the first night in I can't remember when (at least 14 days) that it has dropped below 80F in frellin June. WARNING: POLITICAL OPINION TO FOLLOW. If you don't think our dependence on oil is changing our planet, you're nuts.