Strange changes

 Before I get to what the title of this

post means, here is the card.  I've been

in the mood for stitching again, can

you tell?

This is from a pattern set of 6 so you'll see

more.  some of he center words were things

that I wouldn't use very often, like

"Happy Anniversary" and "Happy Mother's

Day".  Fortunately, if you line them up

correctly, they can be interchanged.

 

Here's another.  This one doesn't have

the lines above and below the sentiment.  

 

So, for the title, It's very strange how

my mother's personality has been changing.

For one thing, my dad says she is perfectly

happy at Drew's place and doesn't even

ask when/if she can come home.  She must

understand that this is her home now.  She

has been making friends with some of the

ladies there and even told my dad he could go

home yesterday because she wanted to take

a nap and then visit a lady in her room 

because the lady had come to visit in

mom's room!  My  mother doesn't

make friends.     She also told one of

the ladies while my dad was there that she

wanted to come "snoop" in her room to

get ideas on how to decorate her own.

AND...my grandson, Ethan, and granddaughter,

Bri, came to visit yesterday (it is their mom

that works at Drew's place) and my mother 

was thrilled to see them, I am told.  She

has never shown one iota of interest

in any of her great grandchildren.  In fact,

she got mad at me years ago because I took

Andy and his infant son, Tyler, to visit

my grandparents when my grandmother

was very sick with cancer.  She was still

at home at the time.  We put the baby

on a blanket on the floor and they 

watched him with such love.  They

both love babies.  But my mom was

really angry because, well, because

Tyler's mom and dad weren't married...

That's just how she was.  She's a very

judgemental person.  I could tell you

stories but I won't.  But my grandparents

loved seeing their great grandson.  I'm

grateful that I chose to bring him to meet them.

Anyway, the point is that she is changing

so much.  Some may be from the medication,

some from the dementia, I'm not sure how

much is due to what.  I wish she had been

like this years ago.  Perhaps we would  have

been able to have the relationship 

I always wanted.

 

I'd better go get ready.  I have to leave

soon to go to a ladies breakfast at church.

They are having a speaker, but I can't 

remember if I heard what she is going

to talk about.  My mind is a little fried

these days.

 

Happy Saturday!