Speaking to Mom with Alzheimer's on a Sunday

BRRRRRRR

Mom: "Hello." (sounds like she just woke up or out partying all night in the nursing home
lobby,seeing that it is 2PM in Indiana, I'm thinking nap)

Diane: "MOTHER!" (she laughs) "Did I wake you?"
Mom: "No, I was just closing my eyes." (That never grows old.)
D: "How are you?"
M: "Fine, how are you?"
D: "I'm fine. What's new?"
M: (laughs) "Oh. nothing. It snowed here. What is your weather like there?"
D: "It is about 50°, very nice."
M: "That sounds nice. It snowed here."
D: "Remember when I was little and you used to take me across Broadway, and back behind the woods by the river next to the mental institution? You liked to look at the hobos."
M: "No!"
D: "Yes! And then on TV they showed one of the hobos killed a mental patient, so Aunt Vi yelled at you for taking me there."
M: (laughs) "That's terrible. I was a terrible mom."
D: (laughs) "No, you just liked hobos. We would hide in the bushes."
M: "Oh for goodness sake! I must not have been in my right mind." (You have no idea, Mom.)
D: "I guess it's too snowy for any visitors."
M: " Sherrie was her, something about Aunt Vi...I can't remember."
D: "Friday is aunt Vi's birthday. She will be 103."
M: "There was a get together...how old?"
D: "103!"
M: "That's amazing."
D: "This is her last year. She wants to die in her sleep."
M: "That would be the best way."
D: "Yes, she has been saying she was going to die every year as long as I can remember."
M: "She has." (We both laugh.)
D: "Do you have a TV in your room?"
M: "No."
D: "Would you like one?" (Her birthday is the 27th)
M: "No."
D: "I'm worried that you're bored."
M: "No. There's no board in here. It's a small room."
D: "I said, I'm worried you are BORED."
M: "Oh, there's a TV in the other room. In the summer I sit ouside."
D: "That sounds nice."
M: "It's snowing here now, snow everywhere. How is the weather there?" (uh-oh)
D: "About 50', very nice. Well, I'll talk to you later."
M: "OK, thanks for calling. Bye."
D: " Bye."
CLICK I didn't handle this one as well as I planned. Sometimes I get her on the phone and just want to linger in the sound of her voice, those first words, she sounds like she did the days we walked down to peek on the hobos. New Orleans one Indiana lost (Oh, look, my voice recognition is on. I hate that creature. I have no privacy and am forever fixing its mistakes.)