I've come to regret when my mother goes in the front yard now. She has started going out with her mind on a project that she can't do well. That is okay, since it doesn't really hurt anything. The bad thing is that while she is out, she gets madder and madder. She thinks the neighbors are sending water into her yard. She has it in her mind that there is a big mud puddle between our two yards. Where she gets this idea, I don't know.
I tackled some of the project by doing one project we needed and one we didn't. A company came in and built a drainage trench to help the water run off. It works super well. I also put up a large flower bed with liner. It doesn't do anything. It is just visual.
Still she goes out and gets mad about the mud hole between the houses. There is no mud hole except in her mind. She thinks that her shoes and socks get wet. She comes in and takes them off, saying they're drenched. They are dry.
I can't do any more to address this delusion of water coming into our yard. She tells me the things she wants me to do to fix it. I can't do anymore. It's just stupid crazy what we've done already to address the visual part of her delusion. When I tell her there is no problem, though, she just gets mad and starts yelling. I don't know how to work with this delusion. This makes two major delusions now -- inside the house, the floor is on stilts and outside the house, it's flooding. I wish she would forget these delusions. She forgets lots of stuff, but not these delusions.
I told her the best answer was to move. I do wish that she was sick enough that I could justify a nursing home for her. Almost every day I am pushed to the edge with the same old delusions. I save sanity by staying away from her.