I took Mom to the monthly Birthday Party yesterday evening. Every month Chaplain Jensen leads one honoring those born that month. He cites historical events corresponding to residents' birthdays and mentions celebrities, statesmen etc. who shared that birthday. There usually is a pretty good turnout, helped, I suppose, by punch, cake and ice cream. We usually don't go (didn't go in April) because Mom doesn't seem to be aware of what's going on. But she seemed to enjoy the punch, cake and ice cream. When I say she doesn't seem to be aware of what's going on, I can never be sure, but go by the expression on her face. When we watch TV (Funniest Pets and People, Lawrence Welk, the Gaithers, and old Andy Griffith shows) she seems to be paying attention and may even smile a little. In church, she will follow my finger as I follow the words being read or sung, but doesn't seem to be interested during the sermon. However, when the chaplain and his wife get closer during communion, she starts to watch them and will take the wafer and put it in her mouth, then take the glass and drink the wine. That's an improvement in the last month or so. While she was taking Risperdol, she didn't seem to know what to do. Truman