The bedroom of Grandma's casita looks out on the back yard and two or three times a day Grandma comments on how big the tree has gotten. But there is no TV in her room and no music source. Grandma has never had a TV and has never liked the noise and confusion of one and so I see little reason to give her a TV babysitter when I know all her life she has hated it. Marcy stops in every few hours to feed, to change diapers, to give medications and occasionally Marcy's brother or one of the kids or even my brother may drop in for a minute or so. Grandma used to read and do crossword puzzles but those days are behind her. Now, sleeping is what she does best and as one of the nurses said "That's her job these days so let her sleep."
Now that I am visiting I sit beside the bed and talk with Grandma when she wakes up which she does every few minutes. If nothing else, her hearing is excellent and when someone comes in the casita front door she calls out from her bedroom asking who is there. Even when I am sitting by her bed and she seems sound asleep, her eyes will fly open when I tiptoe out of the room or even when the magazine that I am reading rustles. She seems to think that she should make conversation and so she asks me CONSTANTLY if Tetsu is coming this year and when he is coming and what today is, and she realizes that his arrival is still two weeks away. She asks about Tetsu's mother and about what Takumi and Leiya are doing... but minutes later the same conversation starts all over again. In two days I've answered her questions about Tetsu's arrival at least 20 times!
Isn't this aging process interesting. I don't think my mother has Alzheimer's. If so wouldn't she have forgotten our names and dates and the chronological order of things? She is happy to hear about all her grandchildren and realizes if it is Sunday then my brother must not be working today, but the thought process repeats itself over and over again getting stuck in the same grooves.
As always, Grandma is an animal lover and she is so happy to have the cat come to visit or one of the dogs.
She takes special pleasure at her teddy bear and she coos at it constantly talking to it, asking it where it has gotten to under her blankets. Yet I don't think she is confused about whether it is a living thing or not. Just something cute and cuddly that she likes to have nearby.
This is one of the better pictures of Grandma. Truthfully I am appalled at how her face and expressions have changed these past months. I wonder if I should be photographing her at all with her lower eyelids all droopy and startlingly red, the eyes crusted and barely opening. To my eyes, not a pretty portrait though these are the features of my mother at age 94. It is true that she still smiles prettily and ALWAYS has a compliment ready or something nice to say. She cannot help that she appears more and more decrepit especially to the eyes of her loved ones who once knew her as active and opinionated. Ahh... In 30 years this is what I will look like to my own children...
Yesterday I sat beside Grandma's bed knitting away at the vest I will be making for Tetsu.
"How many sweaters and vests have you made Tetsu?"
"35... 36."
"Have you kept them all?"
"Some I've reknitted. Some I've given away. Some I wear myself. He usually has four or five favorites that he continues to wear all winter."
"And how many sweaters and vests have you made Tetsu?"
Stuck in another groove...