Mom's looking at spending 4 weeks in this nursing home. The care administrator wants her to improve her memory & her daily care. She spends a good part of her day in therapy. Dad was visiting one day & mom wasn't in her side of the room. He found Georgia planted in mom's bed. "Where's Betty?" says dad. "I don't know," says Georgia. "BETTY! BETTY!" Georgia screams. Dad says "this is Betty's bed, yours is over there." Georgia went back to her own bed.

Later I looked for some pj's I brought from home for mom to wear. The top was in the drawer but the bottoms were missing. This bums me because I really liked that pair. Dad says "They're too small for Georgia, unless she's using them as a hanky." I really hope not. So far nothing else is missing that I know of.

Now, as mom starts her second week in the home. Georgia has been let free & there is a new roommate. She's very quiet. Based on what I heard her visitors saying, shes been in a car accident.

Mom's getting frustrated with her mind. "I want to get back to the way I was, when I knew what was going on." She makes me laugh, last night we watched the Mariners & the Twins & she could name all the Seattle players but she couldn't remember if she asked how my husband is. He had surgery on his jaw the week before. "How's James doing?" and "Is James feeling better?" five or six times in a half hour.