In the morning, I set out the cereal and milk and sometimes a banana on the counter for John. Finding these items for John are now beyond his ability. I usually take a cup of coffee and go upstairs to my office and spend an half hour on the computer.
John calls out to make sure I am upstairs and then he fixes his own breakfast and it allows me some quiet time.
I remember in five grade or was it seven grade science we learn that all matter comes in three states, solid, liquid or vapor. John turned the cereal, a very tall, clear, plastic round cannister into a liquid. He poured milk into the cereal and half of the cannister turned into instant food for my chickens. I notice he already ate one bowl of cereal at the table.
This incident followed last night when John tried to put his pajama top on as a bottom. Imagine putting each leg into the sleeves of the top and looking down, thank heavens I walked into the room at that moment. I laughed out loud, the scene was so funny--even John saw the humor.
The process of simple acts of daily life are becoming lost for John to preform, one by one.
