"See those red lights? Those are the lights from the cars going North..."

So, yes, tonight the hallucination flavor of the day was "lights going North..." He kept seeing lights on the walls. He does have a window, and there is a small road down where he may catch a tail light or two...But, the blinds were closed each and every time he saw them tonight.

He had a mood swing of a day...And some dumb bunny at the nursing home gave the man a phone. We know he at least called my Aunt, and he claims to have called several other people...So, if any of you got a crank call from Scotch/Ed today, I am sorry...:)

By the time I got there in the evening, he was a teddy bear. He was cursing out DirectTV, saying they were "really a racket," so, I called and upped his package to include the sports package, and just when I got a game on for him, he looked at me and said "Stop. That's enough. I am done for tonight." Sheesh...That DirectTV will be the end of me yet...:) At least he will have sports tomorrow if he wants it.

He had a pretty good Physical Therapy session today. They got him standing a little bit using some rails for him to lean on. He felt so accomplished...My Mom said he was wheeled down the hall after his session with his arms in the air in victory. What a great visual!

When he gets something in his head, there is little you can do to change the subject. This combined with his struggle with time, he is kind of like the 8-year-old in the back of the car on a road trip..."Are we there yet? How about now? Now?" The other day when I was there, he was saying that his hands hurt (he has arthritis), and that he felt like he wanted to work them out. He wanted a stress ball that he could grip. He had my poor Aunt wheeling him all over to try and find one in the Physical Therapy room. When I got there, he kept saying that he knew he had some at home, and that it was just ridiculous that they didn't have them right there at Arbor Hills. He was so insistent, I got in the car, and ran to my parents house, and my Mom and I were able to locate one stress ball. So, back I go with it.

When I get back, I hand it to him, and he gloats that he was right, he knew he had it at home...Then he decides that he is so concerned about it, and he doesn't want to put it down, because it will roll away and he will never see it again...It's round, ya see.

At work we have a contract with a company to provide bus transportation from Anaheim to San Diego. We give them a little squishy bus-shaped stress ball (well, stress bus) with our logo as a token of our appreciation when they are on the way down. Well, I procured a couple of said buses, and brought them into Dad. When he finally realized what they were, he said "Oh good, they won't roll away...Even though they have wheels..." He just cracks me up...:)

Love to all.