During our first few years my father was very eager to pitch in around the house. This kept him engaged and gave him a feeling of worth. The key was to find tasks that he would be capable of handling. We would leave dishes in the sink, even though we had a dishwasher, leave baskets of clean laundry to fold and when he would wander upon them he would jump into the task. For almost 7 years this system worked until he started slipping into different stages of dementia. The first sign that he was starting to slip would be when one day he was out raking leaves during the fall, a chore he had happily done for years, when he stormed into the house yelling at me that he did not come here to work. I couldn’t help but laugh, which got him frustrated even more. I was able to redirect his anger and after explaining was not visiting but in fact has lived with us for many years we were both able to laugh. We began then to approach tasks for him much differently, shorter and monitored activities were now all he could handle. Any amount of time alone sent the mind spinning off.