Voicemail messages...this is your husband

"Hey honey, this is your husband." 
"Hey honey."
"Hey there."
"Hey."

These are all greetings I have in my voicemail messages from Gary.  Hundreds of them.  All the beginnings are similar.  Of course, messages followed with contents like the following:

• Where are the keys to the BMW? (Gary's license was invalidated by the state when he was diagnosed with dementia and I have to hide the keys because he does not accept the decision and appeal.)
• Where are the plates?
• I can't find Diva's water bowl.
• The bus is late.
• If you don't tell where the BMW keys are, I will hot wire the car, do you understand?
• I can't find my wallet.
• The maids stole my wallet.
• Is my wallet in your car?
• I'm sitting in the massage chair and I can't turn on the television.
• Is there anything you need me to pick up at the store? (He can't drive, remember?)
• Is there enough room in the new house for us and the kids?
• Have I told you lately how much I love you.
• I can't find the green pepper plant.  Is it in the yard?
• I just left you a message to tell you I love you.
• I want you to take me to the DMV so I can take my driver's test.
• Can you tell me where to find Diva's poop bags?
• I need the credit card number....
• I have a customer service rep on the phone and I need the credit card....
• Diva and I walked a really long way, can you come get us?
• I applied for a medical job today.  Why won't you let me get a job? 

Everyday is the same.  Everyday is different.  No worse, no better.

I am starting to interview companions for him for when he is home on Thursday and Friday.  I haven't told him yet....not sure how I am going to present that idea. 

Here is the job description:  "....must have computer skills, be bonded, be able to walk two+ miles and keep a 65 year old, high-functioning dementia victim out of trouble..."