Okay, so it has been a VERY long time since my last post and now I am back. I have been out of town for the last month and grandma has been here staying with my mom and aunt. I called to chat while out of town and she totally tattled on them. Things they wouldn't let her do and how unfair they were being. It was so cute and funny. I just let her vent.
When I got back she was tickled to see the boys and myself. And all evening she has been telling me all her stories over again. Like the little brown bowl that she has in the kitchen. She used to have a set of two or three of these mixing bowls. But, over the years they have gotten broken or misplaced and now she is down to one. She truly believes that this one bowl is all she has ever had and at one time, a long time ago, she dropped that bowl and it cracked. She didn't want to throw it away so she just put it in the back of the cabinet. Since I moved in, I have been using this bowl. Every time I get it out she tells me the story of how she cracked it a long ago and over the years the bowl has grown back together.
Poor grandma is constantly getting lost in the kitchen. She told me tonight that she just can't find anything in the kitchen cabinets after I moved in. I didn't move anything and I reminded her of this, but apparently I have been piling things in front of hers and she can't find her things anymore. I didn't have the heart to tell her that is wasn't just since I moved in, that she couldn't find things before.
Apparently this week the garbage man accidently dropped her trash can into the truck and ripped it to shreds. My mom discovered this and she and grandma drove up and down the road and checked around the house to see if someone had perhaps carried it off. This all happened this morning and when I got home she told me that we had been robbed. It happened last night and she wasn't here, thank goodness. They stole everything that was outside...the trash can, the recycle bin, and the mail box. She was very distraught about where she was going to put her papers. She is so cute! I reassured her that the recycle bin was still out there and I could take her papers out and told her about the trash truck eating the can and they would be replacing it. A few hours later she asked me how I was going to get the mail since the mailbox was gone. Poor thing didn't remember.
She has started referring to the time before when she could remember things. And she is starting to refer to this more and more. Like she is more aware that she is losing her memory? Too soon to tell I guess...
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