Sunday morning thoughts

My dad ate a good breakfast of french toast, bacon, and a fruit salad. He's having his coffee while sitting outside on the swing right now. A few observations - I've noticed that during meals, especially when we are having something that requires more than a fork/spoon, my dad watches us. When we've had chicken tacos, all the fixings are in separate bowls. He watches as we fill our tortillas, then he does his. He will often look over the food on the table, not doing anything. So I will say something like, "I'm putting cheese on my potato. What looks good to you to put on yours?" Then he'll start. This morning, the french toast was made from a loaf of bread that I had to slice. I made some pretty thick pieces, like an inch. I served his on his plate, along with the bacon. He picked up the french toast with his hands and took a bite. I said, "how's that french toast?" "ohhhhh, it's french toast!". He watched as I poured some syrup on mine. Then did his.

Friday I went to another assisted living place. I saw the Alzheimer's Unit. NO WAY! Being respectful to the residents there, my dad is not that bad. But I did see an assisted living area at that place that is for the memory impaired. :) What a nice way to put it! It looked nice, smelled nice, rooms were nice. I guess I'm saying it was nice! I still don't know what to do. I'll figure it out.

Yesterday, my dad became a great grandpa for the first time. I had been talking about the upcoming event the last few days, showed him pictures of the baby when they were sent from MI, talked about babies, his babies, blah blah blah. I thought he got it. Then this morning, he asked where my grand kids were. "Mine?" oh well, at least he was thinking about yesterday's topics...distorted as it seemed to me.