Today I was able to automatically say, "If you don't know what to do with the hanger, leave it on the bench. I'll take care of it." I automatically did so in an even, loving manner.
Lately Gregory has been getting "middle age spread." Interesting that he took until 64 to begin. So a lot of his clothes, especially pants, no longer fit. Actually a while back I had though about getting rid of most of his clothes so his choices would be fewer. He is taking care of that himself now.
He will have two pair of kaki's, two pair blue jeans, and two pair of black jeans. One to wear, one in the laundry. One black belt to go with his black shoes, one brown belt to go with his brown belt, one pair of sandals, one pair of gym shoes. Black sox and white sox. We talked about that today and he seems OK with the changes. He is SO easy going. Amazing how we are learning, through this Alzheimer's Journey, how much is enough.
Now extinct from his associative vocabulary: underpants, undershirt. He recognizes "Blacks" to refer to his morning before getting dressed clothes and "Sleeps" to refer to his shorts and "T" shirt for sleeping. He gets very confused between his WHITE night sleeps shirt and his WHITE daytime undershirt. I am working on that one. Maybe different colors?
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