For the sake of a quieter life with Lewy, I should learn to be more agreeable.
It’s a reflex for me to correct for the sake of accuracy.
Does it really matter?
If he says we should go up there, pointing at the ceiling, for dinner, no long explanation that we live on the top floor is needed.
My counter-proposal that we enjoy our meal in the bedroom is adequate.
Pretty much anything he says can be glossed over. I can stay clear of contradictions and avoid the dreaded “no.”
Honestly, no one likes to hear it, but for Burt, a “no” is an agitation in waiting.
Insert “yes” wherever possible is the formula I will aim for. “Yes, dinner up there is wonderful. You know what, sweetie, we’re here. Let’s enjoy our lunch just as we are.”
He’s been pleading to go out at bedtime. Instead of “no. I don’t want to go out,” I will practice saying “yes. I love going out with you. Let’s do that tomorrow at 2.”
Then write it on the calendar.
My being positive will help keep him positive.
this is our life 
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