Sociability
A freilach atmosphere enveloped us all as we met to celebrate Aaron’s 18th. There were about 20 people, all speaking at once, as is our collective habit; the noise level was intense. Gilly mentioned this to me early on in the evening, so I suggested he move downstairs (as he would at home) and he agreed. When I went to check on him about ½ hour later, the room was bare. I moved down another level and found him sitting amongst the young people, much as he did last week at Tamara’s birthday dinner.
He lasted clear through to dessert without once referring to making plans for departure, which is a very good sign. He ate and interacted slightly more so than usual, although consistently moved away from loud chatter as the evening unfolded. I remained until after 11:00, because the oldest member of what my father coined as the class of ’88 (Robert, Yaron and Aaron) offered to take his uncle home at around 10:00 P.M. Thanks Rob for giving your aunt some extra time to enjoy pleasant conversation (not to mention yummy desserts).
Today brought little change, except that Gilly slept later than I’ve been permitting of late. The medication that he’s on can be managed easily around a more flexible schedule, so I figured if he needs his sleep after being out late, he should have it.
Yaron asked if Gilly would like to accompany him to Play it Again Sports to look for hockey gloves. I was thrilled to hear him accept the invitation.
I would go so far as to claim that Gilly is ever so slightly on the mend; moving in an uphill direction in molasses like fashion. It’s a huge improvement over slipping rapidly in the opposite direction.
Susie and Joey are expected any moment; arms laden with leftovers from last night’s feast. I hope the upbeat company will help stimulate appetite; I know it will mine (although appetite unfortunately has not been a problem). If Gilly wants to check out after awhile, we’ll go off to the movies. If he surprises us and becomes sociable, we’ll feed into his mood with great pleasure. We’ll play it all by ear…
He lasted clear through to dessert without once referring to making plans for departure, which is a very good sign. He ate and interacted slightly more so than usual, although consistently moved away from loud chatter as the evening unfolded. I remained until after 11:00, because the oldest member of what my father coined as the class of ’88 (Robert, Yaron and Aaron) offered to take his uncle home at around 10:00 P.M. Thanks Rob for giving your aunt some extra time to enjoy pleasant conversation (not to mention yummy desserts).
Today brought little change, except that Gilly slept later than I’ve been permitting of late. The medication that he’s on can be managed easily around a more flexible schedule, so I figured if he needs his sleep after being out late, he should have it.
Yaron asked if Gilly would like to accompany him to Play it Again Sports to look for hockey gloves. I was thrilled to hear him accept the invitation.
I would go so far as to claim that Gilly is ever so slightly on the mend; moving in an uphill direction in molasses like fashion. It’s a huge improvement over slipping rapidly in the opposite direction.
Susie and Joey are expected any moment; arms laden with leftovers from last night’s feast. I hope the upbeat company will help stimulate appetite; I know it will mine (although appetite unfortunately has not been a problem). If Gilly wants to check out after awhile, we’ll go off to the movies. If he surprises us and becomes sociable, we’ll feed into his mood with great pleasure. We’ll play it all by ear…
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