Who?

As I said yesterday, I should just focus on what's positive. Here my mother is very much her same old self, pointing out how dry the planter bed is, saying it needs water.

One thought about why tonight was easier and more pleasant: she may not have known who we were. It's hard to say. Here is the oddity of my mother's memory loss. She can introduce me to people as Denise, her daughter. But she can also ask me something like, "Where's Wilson?" when he's sitting right there at the table, and when I  point to him she'll say, "Oh, I didn't know you had a son." So she knows there's a Wilson, but she doesn't necessarily associate him with me. Then Paul asked something like, "Do you have any children? Do you know where they are?" Okay, kind of a trick question since I was sitting right there. She said that Terisa was in Arizona, but she didn't know where Denise was. Paul asked if she knew Denise's husband. She said, "Denise got married?!" She said she should get in touch with her. And then a few minutes later, she called me by my name again.

But as I said, we had a pleasant visit, and she never asked us to take her  home. So maybe she only asks that when she knows FOR SURE it's me. When I'm just a friendly visitor she can't quite place, I'm off the hook. Just a theory.