I hear ya. Aldi just flipped everything around a week ago. I had 2 of 3 items in hand and decided to stop searching for the 3rd as I spied a lady with 263 items (give or take) in cart heading for checkout. I beat her by a nose.
HD and Lowes provide online aisle and bay number locations for their items.
Why can’t grocers? Or, maybe some do, but the places I shop don’t seem to.
That’s the lady I always get behind in line. Let me guess: she has 50 paper coupons and is paying by check.
Haha, not this time. That reminds me, though - I rarely see peeps with the paper coupons anymore. I think maybe they have them on their phones?
That’s certainly generally good advice, but she could be an exceedingly difficult women. She had very rigid ideas about how ‘nice normal’ people did things, fossilized in amber somewhere around 1963 or so. Any variation from that template was regarded as a personal affront and “what will the neighbors think?” If I attended an extended family dinner in a shirt without a collar?
For about a year, she was capable of being aware of her disease and recognizing when things were fading. She developed an understandably dark sense of humor about it. It was honestly the most pleasant she’s been since I was a teenager.
Now she’s not either of those people, for better or worse.
She is a 3 year old with marginally better language skills.
Detached from the personal aspect, it’s an intriguing process, watching someone gradually empty out and getting thinner, and more ‘transparent’ before your eyes.
I’ve said before, it’s like she’s turning to a literal ghost. It’s a figure the same shape as my mom, and it sounds like her, but there’s only vague echoes bouncing around this empty shell. Speaking to her feels like conversations with early chatbot programs.
“I saw a ball game this week”
“Tell me about the ball game this week…”
“Well Cubs won 5-3.”
“ Tell me about The Cubs?”
“They’re the baseball team. They won the game.”
“Does the team often win games?”
I might as well be talking to Eliza (ancient nerds will get that reference)
It’s devastating. Remember to practice self-care.
As I typed that I thought “When was the last time I actually saw a paper coupon?” I have, however, seen payment by check. It’s always an older woman who doesn’t think to take the checkbook out of her purse until it’s time to actually pay. And then seems taken aback when asked for ID.
I cannot “like” your post: it’s too sad and all too familiar. Patience and kindness are the necessities. And, as others have said, self-care,
420 is only a day away 
I wish health professionals had more training in mental issues when my mom was in care. She “saw” something near the ceiling of her room, but all of the nurses pointed out there was nothing there and that made her angry(er). When she pointed the “thing” out to me (yeah, there was nothing there) I said "Oh yeah, I see that. It’s a shadow from the blinds but it really looks like (whatever it was she saw). It quieted her right down and the angry went away. The nurses should have played along. It would have made things so much easier.
I feel for you.
Also @Lectroid - HUGS
I wish we could convince Admin here to open up some of the other types of indicators Discourse comes with. (IIRC it has been discussed, and there were good reasons expressed for not having more than our fork/knife.)
But a “HUGS” indication would be nice.
There it is.
I feel seen.
It took my mother’s younger sister entirely too long to come to terms with lying to her. Every time she’d ask who took her car or when she’s going home, my aunt would try and explain reality to her. This did not have the hoped-for effect, as you note.
It took having the neurologist tell her it was the best possible course of action to make it sink in.
Where’s my car? It’s in the shop, it’ll be ready Tuesday.
When am I going home? Two days. I have to arrange electric and cable.
Where’s Mike? (My deceased brother) He’s traveling for work.
You cannot fix it. You cannot stop it. This is made clear to everyone the moment a diagnosis is given. But it takes a while to really come to terms with what that actually means. And honestly, no matter how much you’re told, until it’s happening in front of you, there’s really no way to deal with it without going through it.
I have. While I certainly wish none of this happened, it has allowed me to, essentially, mourn her in stages. It’s prolonged, yes, but at each stage, there’s just less and less there, so letting those last pieces drift away feels relatively easy. And you have a somewhat less hectic schedule of dealing with possessions and such. When she finally does go, I imagine there won’t be much left, materially OR emotionally.
But I genuinely appreciate folks’ warm wishes. Nice to know there’s still a little sympathy and empathy out there.
This is acommon practice in marketing, I believe it was mentioned in Marketing 101, but I’ll defer to the experts.
Flow patterns, inventory shuffling and hands on techniques (the more you pick something up and touch it, the more likely you will buy it because you now have ‘ownership’ in that object ) have been noticed by me since I was a teen. As long as I can find what I came for and the price is right, I don’t complain anymore. UNLESS the 
less b’tards have decided to do away with an item. That is happening more frequently and it is referred to as a ‘corporate’ move.
Our local Albertson’s and Ralph’s stores provide aisle number info on their apps, but they’re not always accurate.
I was going to suggest that, but in my experience the ones for the stores that do aren’t too accurate. And the apps, unless you’ve specifically configured them, track you in the store. I’m in the MYODB crowd when it comes to apps.
So, I bought a used car a few weeks ago and I just got it registered on Thursday. I called my insurance company yesterday (they no longer have brick and mortar shops) to get it insured. I had gotten a quote a few weeks ago as to what I wanted for coverage and what that actual coverage included. I’m no dummy, I’ve been covering my cars (4 total of mine and a dozen or so other family members) over the years) with this company since 1982. That’s over 40 years (no claims), for auto, almost 40 years for homeowners, no claims there, either.
The person I talked to yesterday sas different from the one a few weeks ago, kept trying to sell me/offer this and that. I told him what I wanted and no extra add ons, BUT he insisted in running through the spiel. After a half an hour of this bs, I finally asked himif there was, “anything else I could help him with?”. He was speechless, I thanked her for her help and hung up. Jeez! When he insisted I needed to pay an extra $400 for ‘glass replacement’ which was already covered in the c&c, I knew he was trying to pull a fast one. I got a different agent today who was the original one from a few weeks ago to get me what I wanted. Never had any difficulty like this before. Venting!!!
I resemble that remark!
Do you often feel you resemble that remark?
I remember ‘talking’ to Eliza at the Lawrence Hall of Science around 1972-ish.
