It is possible that my thought about how to better utilize our space will cause me great heartache. I asked my son and grandson over to do a bit of furniture rearrangement. We do not seem to be as focused on the television as we once were in an earlier part of the journey with Parkinson. Stimulus money from two different administrations left us with new furniture and extra sleeping facilities. The living room remained focused on the television like some early 1980’s sitcom living room. I wanted to change that look. I read mostly but there are a couple shows I like to watch. Cheryl rarely sits for more that 20 minutes to watch anything. She seems to struggle with any story line in any show. So the television is no longer a focal point.

I turned the whole room 90 degrees with the help of my son and grandson. We moved the dining area around a bit also and now the walkways are a little wider to allow for walkers and mobility aids. I have made one slight adjustment. Her recliner is electric and I put it closer to the wall to hide the cord. I have since moved her recliner to the other side of the end table (away from the wall) and hide the wires under my chair and the end table (side table). Her chair is now approximately in the same position as it was previously just turned about 90 degrees. She is comfortable with that position.

She asked me if we need to notify anyone of our new address and she wants to know if she will need a new key. Moving the furniture around makes her think that we have moved to a new condo. I told her that I had the locks keyed like the old ones so no new keys were necessary. I also dutifully instructed the kids and neighbors of our new/not new address.

Dementia is amazing in its scope. In Cheryl’s case location in time and space are intertwined. If I knew the phone number for heaven I could help her call her mom. Sometimes she wants to do that.

Carpe Diem.