Reading

Dropped my 92 year old dad off at his girlfriends today. It took one hour and a half to leave the house, reminiscent of trying to leave the house with a toddler…
Because of his dementia any change in his routine is a big deal and towards the end when I thought we finally were ready to leave he took his shoes off again….thinking we had arrived. After all the prep work he didn’t know whether we were coming or going!
We did some reading practice when we arrived, which is still possible, but when his friend asked him if he understood it the reply was a firm „no!“