monday afternoon writing...
Monday - today is "vacuuming day" in my new life as a caregiver/housekeeper. I hate vacuuming. I have killed many vacuums in my time, the damnable stubborn things. Resisting me, pulling back, catching on door jabs and table legs, perversely sucking things they can't swallow, needing surgery done in the middle of a job, wasting my time with their headstrong ways. Horrid things. Maybe I should look into those vacuums that are like a little snuffling dog aimlessly rolling around your house looking for crumbs - just turn it on and let it go it's own way. But even those, I bet, still SOUND like a vacuum, loud and obnoxious.
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Last night at 12:30 am we were awakened to unearthly sounds. Mom was singing a beautiful melodious song to herself - the same notes over and over. A tune like I have never heard before - it is her own song. Her dementia has taken so much from her but left her the ability to create melodies and sing them beautifully.
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She *knows* (somewhere deep in her brain) we are all here sleeping in her house with her and I know she is happier for it. For whatever else I regret about this lifestyle change (like vacuuming day) that I have taken up, I am glad for that.
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Last night at 12:30 am we were awakened to unearthly sounds. Mom was singing a beautiful melodious song to herself - the same notes over and over. A tune like I have never heard before - it is her own song. Her dementia has taken so much from her but left her the ability to create melodies and sing them beautifully.
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She *knows* (somewhere deep in her brain) we are all here sleeping in her house with her and I know she is happier for it. For whatever else I regret about this lifestyle change (like vacuuming day) that I have taken up, I am glad for that.