4 March 2025
On Monday there was a package at the door from Joyce's sister Mary. I took it to Golden Heights so Joyce could open it.
Inside, with some explanatory notes, were some games, two pens and a pencil. Which beats what six-year-old Nora got from her: a bunch of bandaids (which will no doubt come in handy).
I put the box aside until today when we had some time before lunch to amuse ourselves. Sudoku seemed a bit advanced, as did the calendar puzzle, so we started with the Large Print Crosswords.
I gave Joyce the pencil in case we guessed wrong but she couldn't see what she had written so we moved on to a pen.
She could read the clues and find the place on the puzzle where the answers would go but she struggled trying to come up with answers.
I reminded her how good her father was at this.
But by then it was lunch time, so I wheeled her into the hall (where there's a little more room and other people to watch) followed by her table.
She didn't eat anything but the ice cream and even that made her gag. So once again I got her a Boost from the nurse's cart. She did drink all of that fortunately.
Then we went to the gym where she did four sets of 25 steps on the SciFit.
When I took her back to the room, after a roll around the facility, I left her reading a novel I had brought her. She hadn't wanted to read it when I first brought it, but I noticed her bookmark is well into it now.
She thought there was something funny about her glasses but I pointed out they are reading glasses.
It's hard to tell what she can still do and what she will enjoy. Bandaids are not on the list, though. We still have a lot of wound dressing supplies.