After the adventure in the garden, she sat in the sun room looking outside for awhile. I helped her upstairs and back into bed, which left me able to prepare dinner.
My dear Grandmother showed a different side of herself this evening - not the fierce side from this afternoon, but the sweet and pleasant side.
When I went up to tell her it was dinner time, she groggily lifted her head and decided to sit at the kitchen table for the meal. We had a simple and odd meal of salad, rice, baba ghounoush and bread, pork and veggie dumplings, and 미역국 (seaweed soup). I let the boys pick and choose what they wanted to eat from the hodge podge of food choices, a rather rare treat for them.
After dinner, she marveled as my older son did the dishes and loaded the dishwasher. We talked about my philosophy of raising my sons and the part their dad plays in being a good example of helping in the home. She talked about how different Korean men are from American men in the chores they do in the home, if any. We talked about the ages of my children and that I could have daughters-in-law "soon."
She laid on the couch to rest while the boys did some computer stuff and every so often turned to me to ask me questions, which started a loop of questions: How old am I? How old are my children - are they over the age of ten? How old is my Dearest? How long have I been married? How many children does my sister have? What gender are her children? And then she would start the loop of questions again.
She dozed on the couch a little, but I thought she would be warmer in her room with her heated blanket so I helped her upstairs, but when I woke her to take her, she asked me whose house we were in and if this was America. She asked about the layout of the house. She did remember that her room is upstairs.
When we approached her room, she remembered that it was her room. She looked around and recognized some of her belongings, and also "found" her jacket. She mentioned that she needed it for tomorrow since she'll be going out. When I asked her where, she said she she'll be leaving since this house can't possibly be where she lives. I reminded her that this is her house and where she lives. She asked if she has lived in this house a long time.
When I took her her evening medication, she was up and rummaging through some of her belongings. She seemed to be aware of things, until I suggested she get back into bed. She said she had better behave, otherwise she would be thrown out.
Overall, a very nice evening with my grandma with pleasant, (mostly) aware conversation.