Tuesday, June 3, 2014

This morning’s conversation in the bathroom. (And in case dear reader has forgotten, I am her daughter Sandy): 

Good morning, mom.
Close the door, will you?
What time did you get up?
6:00 a.m.
Why so early?
That’s when I always get up. Now, wash your hands.
Where’s Rob?
He’s in the kitchen.
Did you have breakfast yet?
Yes, I did, and I walked the pups and fed them, too.

This is usually the extent of our conversations. I changed mom, had her wash her hands, and explained that I was returning to my office. Mom went into the kitchen, where her cereal bowl was awaiting her. Rob was preparing her toast and coffee. Her first question to him: Where’s Sandy?

Sigh! She doesn’t recall that I was with her in the bathroom not a minute before.