Questions I answer over and over again

What was that?
Where are you?
Are you all right?
Did you put yogurt on my cereal?
Did you put milk?
Where’s Ravi (one of our cats)?
What was that?
Is that Ravi or Scarlett (the other cat)?
Are you all right?
Where’s my spoon?
What does my t-shirt say?
When is the Memory Walk?
Where are you?
Have I taken my pills yet?
What are we doing?
What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you? What was that? Where are you?
Where
Are
you?
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Losing words

Strange how it happens and we adjust. I understand now how people with dementia eventually lose the ability to communicate.

For a long time, when Bob looks for the remote control for the radio (he's quite an NPR addict :), he asks, "Where is the radio?" I can't correct him or get him to use the right word so ... if "radio" works, then radio it is.

This morning I realized that a new word change had occurred. After we'd taken a walk, done some yard work, and gone inside, I asked him if he wanted to shave. He looked at me quizzically. I repeated thinking he'd not heard.
He had heard; he repeated the word "shave" curiously. Finally I said, using hand gestures, "You know, where you use the razor on your cheeks?"
He smiled widely, "Oh, you mean 'do I want to scrape?' That's what it's called: scraping."
Ok with me, I will try to remember that new word next time.

"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet."