My grandma comes home

Date: 8/4/2023

I am at my grandmas house, in the basement. She isn’t supposed to be home, she is in Texas and I am picking her up Saturday morning and it’s only Thursday evening. I hear her come into the house through the front door though, and she opens the basement door to try to get my attention. I try to hide or ignore her, feeling guilty that she is home already and that I didn’t pick her up from the airport. Then I open the door to talk to her. She is upset about being back, she likes everything more in Texas. She says she wants to just live down there, that nobody up here appreciates her. I feel very guilty and apologize for not picking her up from the airport, I tell her I thought she was coming home Saturday morning and that I didn’t know her flight must have changed. I ask her how she got from the airport to home and she says that someone gave her a ride. She is in her kitchen now, doing things and I realize too late that she is putting together food for a meal. She wanders off after she begins cooking, she has pasta on the stove that is boiling over and somehow also does not have a enough water. I start trying to fix the things that are cooking, adding more water to the pasta and taking some of the pasta out of the pot and stirring the pasta in the water because some of it is done and some of it is crunchy. She’s trying to make a nice meal and she has all of the sides neatly arranged but it’s the main parts that she can’t quite get right. Eventually the meal turns out but I know she can’t cook right anymore because of the Alzheimer’s, even though she used to cook all of the time.