Radish of Bliss

We just came home from the gym for the third time. I'm less tired than I was last Wednesday, but more so than I was Monday. Coach says I work hard. I do--my real problem is that I don't know how to slow down. Except when doing the plank. I have to take breaks from that or my abs go into a spasm that is not pleasant. I hate that! I used to be able to plank for a minute so it makes me mad that I can't do it right now.

Today was also Madame day. When I arrived, she was just shuffling out the door of her room with the walker. She appeared confused and distressed. We went back inside, and she communicated the problem. Her clothes were wet and there was a spill on the bathroom floor as well. I cleaned up the floor and got her changed. Not my favorite way to start the day. I brought her coffee, but didn't bring a snack this time. The last few visits, it hasn't been opportune to have cake, and I decided not to try. We sat down and had a nice chat, and she cheered up quite a bit. I was fortunate to hit on some topics that reminded her of memories she can still talk about, and feel as if she's part of a living world. They announced lunch pretty early today, so I decided to stay and talk with her while she ate lunch in her room. She hardly ate any of it, though. She started with dessert and then declined the rest. I offered to cut up her chicken, but she didn't want it. It's better than meatballs, but I wouldn't have wanted it either. She asked me to help her to the bathroom again before I left, but this time all went well and she stayed dry. Memories sandwiched between bathroom incidents! I suppose that's the short version of our lives, between babyhood and old age.