Endlessly, we cycle through the same questions and answers in less-than-one-minute intervals:
“Did I take a shower last night?”
“Yes.”
“Is this the shirt I was going to wear today?”
“That one goes in the dirty clothes. This is the clean one.”
“What am I supposed to do today? I can’t remember.”
“Today is Sunday. You’ll be going out for lunch with John.”
“Can you help me for a minute? I have these shirts out. What was I going to wear?”
I hold the tie-dye shirt up to my nose. Oops, this one isn’t clean, either. I choose a patterned turtleneck and matching sweater to go with her corduroys. This is way dressier than she usually chooses, but she thanks me, delighted with the new combination.
When I leave for church, I will put my usual sticky note on the kitchen table that tells her where I am and reminds her that John will take her to lunch.
I am glad we are not in a hurry. And I am grateful that John and I share caregiving.
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