Monday, October 24, 2016

I spent the morning running errands while Rob stayed at home with mom. Fortunately, Val was at the groomer’s. So there was one less creature to tend to. While I was at the car dealership waiting for state inspection on Greta Carbo, Rob called. He was exasperated.

Rob: Your mother wants to know where her ring is. She said she was wearing it this morning.

Me: Nonsense, Rob. Mom hasn’t worn a ring in ages. Look at her fingers. Besides, she gave her wedding ring to Marcy at least 6 years ago.

Rob: Talk to her.

Me: Hello mom.

Mom: I don’t know where they are. My rings are missing. I was wearing them this morning.

Me: No you weren’t mom. You gave them to Marcy years ago.

Mom: Will you help me look for them. I can’t find them.

Me: Ok mom. I know where they are. I put them away for safe-keeping. Let me talk to Rob.

Problem solved, Rob. You can’t tell her the truth. She doesn’t understand it. She knows only what she is currently fixated on. Don’t try to explain. See you later.

By the time I got home, mom had completely forgotten about the ring. She’s sitting on the couch now, singing away, wrong words and all. This will go on for quite a while. Fortunately, I can retreat onto the back porch. Pains me that I will lose the use of the porch in the cold weather, but for now, all is ok.