Updated from Weekend of June 22nd

So, went up north on Saturday.   Headed to dad's place first, and when I got there, he was sitting at a table, scowling.  The aide said he had a bad morning, wouldn't let her finish dressing him.  He had on a sweatshirt, pajama pants, and shoes.   Told her not to worry about it.  Walked over to him, and he scowled at me.  Said he wanted to go to his room, so we started down the hall.   Asked if he was pretty tired.  He said that he was, and told me that he "hasn't slept in days".  Got him to his room and settled him on the couch.   He half dozed, and was talking about and to his mom and dad.  Couldn't decipher everything, but he was definitely having conversations with his folks.  Then, he started talking to me about our courtship days.   Mom arrived, and we hung out for a bit, then headed to lunch.   After lunch, we stopped back in to see pop.  He seemed to be in a better mood, but still had the edge to him.   When I was ready to leave, he asked why I was leaving.    Then told me I was mean to him.   He also referred to the aide and said she was mean.  Than again, he looked at me and told me I was a good looking woman.   So, told him I was his daughter, I wasn't mean to him.  And, he needs to be nice to the aide and not yell and clap at her, she is there to help him.   (He is starting to clap more when he gets agitated.  It's loud, and it can be a little frightening.)  He smiled, and I really think he knew what I was talking about.   Told  him I was leaving, but I would be back.   Guess on Sunday and Monday, he was pretty irritable, according to mom.   Yesterday he was better.  It's just part of this disease.  Hate it.   He has deterioted some, and seems to be more feeble.  He has lost more weight, and it's evident.  He is down to about 133.   Last fall, when I went with him to the doc, he was at 147.   Still seems to like it there, and seems very content and settled, at least for the most part.