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Dementia progresses
My father crapped in his bed. My mother got out of her bed to clean him though why she didn't call the care home staff to help beats me. She recounted their conversation.
He: If this happened more often anyone would think I was incontinent.
She: You are incontinent.
He: Am I?
She: Yes, you've been incontinent for the last two years.
He: Have I? Then I should be in an old folks' home.
She: You are in an old folks' home.
He: Am I?
It was his birthday on Tuesday. He told everyone he was 90 (he's 89) and they were impressed. In the afternoon the cook produced a birthday cake for him and the man who comes once a week to play the piano arrived, so the residents had a party with cake, music, songs and dancing. It was riotous said my mother. A relative turned up and was surprised to see the residents so lively.
My father remarked to my mother that they should keep quiet about any more birthdays lest the company expected them to provide food again. He's getting like Gladys, said my mother. He thinks it's his home.
Thought for today
We don't talk about nature anymore. We talk about natural resources as if everything had a price tag. You can't buy spiritual values at a shopping mall. The things that uplift the spirit--an old-growth forest, a clear river, the flight of a golden eagle, the howl of a wolf, space and quiet without motors--are intangibles. These are the values that people do look for and that everyone needs.
George Schaller, National Geographic, October 2006
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