What's up with the water?

Once again, we encounter new things to cope with. Random incidents and actions with Alzheimer patients that are not in any playbook I can find.

Lately, WB has been extremely calm and amiable and I contribute every ounce of that to the perfect dosage of medicines and our continuous, never ending adjustments in the home.

WB's oldest daughter, Susie, is in from Boston for the rest of the week and has her youngest daughter, Meghan, in tow. Meghan is on Winter Break and wanted to make the trip to Alabama this month. She didn't spend a lot of time with us growing up and I appreciate her wanting to be here now. The South is definitely pulling at Meg's heart.

We stayed up late last night to watch the television shows that she likes, eat the ice cream she hauled in and accommodate her ferocious reading habit. It is uncanny how much she is like Kate with the reading. I've always said, "love to read and you will never be bored", but these two take it to another level, altogether.

I check in on WB several times a night and lately have been finding the water running in his master bathroom sink. This morning early, I crept in to take a peek and found it on at full throttle. Must have been running since at least 3:00 am. Thankfully, the sink was open, but that is not always the case. 

How does one lock down the spigots?

Today, the skies are hazy and filled with smoke. I am not convinced it is the wild fires north of here as it smells like a house fire to me. That is a hard smell to forget.

Movies today and then more activities with Susie, etal. No real plans, nothing set in stone, just the promise of having family here for Willie Bill.

My name is Rhonda Brantley and my husband, Billy Ray Brantley, suffers from Early Onset Alzheimer's Dementia. This is the best shot we have at documenting daily living.