Waiting 9/16/15

Mom was again waiting outside for me when I arrived.  I grabbed us coffee and read her the paper while we sat out by the entrance.  She wasn't sure whether she'd napped, but thought she probably had.  She did remember I was going to an event yesterday evening (fashion show) and asked me about it, which rather impressed me.  What triggered that flash of memory for her? Though one of the staff told me Mom had been encouraged/reminded to have dinner last night, it looked like she'd eaten merely one or two bites, and I tossed the rest. She wondered aloud if she had something for dinner tonight and I found her boxed lunch in the fridge, put it on a plate, cut it up and warmed it a bit, just in case she wanted a bite or two.  But since it was only 4:30, she felt it was too early to eat--thought she should wait.  My fear is that she'd lie down, sleep, and not eat at all. Hence heating up the meal a bit just in case she'd nibble on it.

Mom's increasingly confused about everything--what's lying on her bed, ("Those are your clothes for tomorrow,") what time it is, what's to eat.  Her microwave hinted some sort of coffee explosion, so I wiped that out.  How very frustrating not to be able to heat up instant coffee for yourself in the morning.  I honestly don't know what she does when I'm not there. Does she just sit around, turn on the TV and just listen, sit alone at the table???

I left her at the kitchen table with a heated plate of cut-up meat and corn.  4:30--too early to eat.  Waiting.  Waiting for the right time; waiting for clarity, or maybe just waiting until I show up again tomorrow.