A relatively quiet weekend -- only light turbulence. On Sunday morning he called my cell phone six times between 5:45 and 6 a.m. He got voicemail (the phone was off) and didn't recognize it as voicemail -- thought he was talking to a live person. I called him back later that morning and he seemed to be fine -- just wanted to check in. Then I called again Sunday night and he had no memory of the morning conversation -- just remembered that he'd tried to reach me several times. On Monday E, the private pay aide, called a little after noon -- said she couldn't get into the apartment because he'd double-locked the doors. I called him and got him pointed toward the door and he let her in.
In other words, routine stuff, nothing dramatic.
A new friend on the Alzheimer's Association caregivers forum was interested in my comments on Zen practice. If there's more interest, I'll have more to say. But for starters, and if you're just interested in some basic stress-management tools, there's no need to get quite that hardcore. This is a good place to start. Non-sectarian so it'll fit into any belief system, or work without one. If you want to start on some of the philosophy underlying the technique, there are more than enough good sources. I might try lining them up in a future entry.
He just called to tell me that he'd had a visit from L, the new social worker -- he couldn't remember her name or who she was, but he enjoyed the visit. And E took him out for grocery shopping at "nine o'clock and Broadway."
I'll head to New York tomorrow for the next exciting installment.