Most evenings, about 90 minutes after our meal, Amanda gets peckish for something sweet. I usually offer her fruit and yogurt; sweet but usually healthy.
In the past few weeks I’ve been making cakes so she can have something home – made with her morning and afternoon tea.
So on Monday, she knew there was cake in the house…
For the first time she stood up and made her own way to the kitchen.
“I’m going to get some dessert.” She said confidently. I followed a few steps behind, just to make sure.
She opened the cake tin and stared at it.
“I don’t know what to do next.”
First I asked her how she was going to eat the cake?
“Ah, I need a plate.”
Then, how was she going to get it onto the plate?
“I need a knife.”
She was back on track
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Monday night was the premiere of the new Star Trek series on Netflix. Humans and Klingons meeting for the first time in 10 years. Except the Klingons in this series speak Klingon… only Klingon, with subtitles for those of us not fluent.
Lots of subtitles.
Despite Amanda saying she can read, she certainly can’t keep up with subtitles on TV yet. So I volunteered at the start to read them for her.
Klingons are a mighty warrior race, steeped in ceremony and tradition, and this was reflected in the flowery language and extensive dialogue which I felt obliged to inject some drama into. I was woefully unprepared for multi – characterisation and lengthly speeches.. and episode 2 was no better!
I felt like a United Nations interpreter!
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On Saturday we ventured to the Nelson Home & Garden show. Imagine the picture above, but with hundreds of people. This was the largest crowd Amanda has attempted since her stroke.
She bumped into people and trod on a few toes. But her hand splint proved a good way to elicit motivating smiles. The hour walking around what felt like a heaving Indian market left her tired for the next 2 days.
As a result, she struggled with some simple spelling on Sunday evening. Words like ‘fox’, ‘car’ and ‘bed’ proved difficult.
Yet an hour later, as we flicked through the TV looking for something to watch, she stopped. The TV caption was clear.
“Look, a Marvel series.”
Three letter words might have proved hard, but this was the frist time she had read a word aloud from the TV.
She can read her own Klingon subtitles next time…!
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