Visits, Context Disability, and Shakes

My Mom's sister Jeanne came to visit Mom Wednesday, along with her daughter, Jill.  That was nice. Mom had a lovely visit. Jill and I went shopping for a couple of hours to get out of the house. Dad played nice.

After they left, Dad said, "Who were those two big girls who were just here?" I told him his sister-in-law and niece. He just stood there. I couldn't tell if it clicked even then. Then he turned around and walked off.

I think maybe I haven't blogged a lot this week because it's been a tough week. Dad has argued about anything and everything. The trying part of that isn't the arguing, it's the inability to communicate. This may be exacerbated by age, but frankly it was there when he first started going deaf.

Thirty years ago he was angry with everyone else because he couldn't hear them. Now he's less frequently angry. From the beginning he has been totally incapable of using context to give him clues about what he's missing. An example - if it's