Old normal

Going to nurseries to buy plants is something neither of us has had to do in a long time. Mom's yard was overfull from her years of adding this, that, and the other, and I just haven't been doing much in mine. Today I got an urge to buy a few things to help fill up a blank spot in my back yard, so we went to Kent's out on Northwest. I wondered if this would trigger strong memories for my mom--of times she had a yard, a house, autonomy, etc.--or if she'd want to buy a lot of plants. But what she got stuck on, instead, was repeating, "Well, they certainly made this place larger since I was here last!" Kent's IS huge, but I don't think it has changed that much.

We did that, took a walk, then went back to Silverado. I am getting the same routine now: "You're not putting me to bed in there, are you?" and "Why didn't you tell me?" She also told me that she couldn't sleep there because of the person sharing her room. I still haven't met her. I think staff must be doing extra cajoling to get my mom to stay in her room and actually go to bed.