Another Pleasant Valley Sunday.
In fact, Mom was rather pleasant today. I'm beginning to think Mom saves her tirades for Teresa. (so sorry Teresa.)

She told me that Mike got her TV replaced and she is happy about that. She again told me that Mike had bought that other TV. I tell her again, I know. She talks about how good Mike and Teresa are to her. I tell her I don't know what she would do without Teresa.

She was restless, as is usual these days, and wants to take a walk. I stop to again look into the game/TV room. I tell her there is a Scrabble game and mabey we could play later. She isn't interested. Keep in mind that in the past, Mom would call me on my day off and ask if I could come over and play Scrabble. I would and we would play for hours. She's just not interested anymore.

We went outside to smoke a couple of times as she told she's not allowed to smoke in the room. Progress, mabey. I won't count on it though. We had company both times and I am sorry to say that I cannot bring this nice ladies name to mind to save my life right now although I have visited with her almost every time I have visited Mom. She can't be much more than about 70 and uses one of those wheeled walkers that you can sit on. (Wish I had invented those things.) With her oxygen tank and breathing apparatus secured to her walker, she is outside smoking. She is a very nice lady and I feel for her. But in all honesty, she seems to be a pretty happy camper. I like her alot. She is always very upbeat and happy to talk with anyone.

I was home for no more than an hour when Mom called. Oh no, what now. She asks me to come back. I tell her that I just left there and just got home about 30 minutes ago and explain that I am an hour away, it's 100 degrees outside and that my AC doesn't work. She says she understands.

An hour after that call, she calls again and asks me to either come visit her or come get her and bring her home with me. I explain again and let her know that she would go nuts in my car in 100 degrees driving the hour plus it would take for me to bring her home with me. She tells me she understands but I know she's pissed off.

Then, I get a bright idea. (Correction-bad idea.) I thought it may be a good thing for her to talk with her good friend Terry, who I don't think she has spoken to since she has been there. So I called her back and let her in on my bright idea. There was no answer. 5 minutes later, she calls me and asked if I called and I said "yes, I did. Mom, I know that you are feeling lonely and thought you might like to call Terry and see how he's doing. I don't think you've talked to him since you moved and he has called me a couple of times to ask how you are." She went off. She was down the hall and had to come back to her apt. to call meback after she heard the phone ring. She sounds very upset and wants to know why I called. Honestly, I was so confused by her response that when she hung up on me, I looked at my phone just stunned. Did she really just do that.

There is no pleasing or apeasing her. I don't think it's possible anymore.

Goodnight Mom.