So, what the heck's wrong with her anyway?

Whew.

Mama.

That's a loaded word in this family.

Even when Mama wasn't going senile she was pretty, well, nuts. With Mama you always needed to keep your bags packed. Ready for the guilt trip.

These days she has small blood vessel constriction of the brain. Neat. What that means is that she has memory issues. Now memory issues combined with her slightly... well.. off personality makes for interesting times. It's amazing the things she remembers. Then the things she remembers but has genetically manipulated so it's sort of like reality. Then the things that she pulls out of thin air. The best though are the combination of clueless and manipulation.

For instance. This woman thinks that sweatpants are the greatest clothing every created. She has several dozen pair of them. Since she no longer attempts the stairs, and since there's not a lot of room for her clothing in the living room, we keep her stuff upstairs. Where she can't go. So, when she would like to wear some different pair than the ones she has on, Deb or I bring some down. No biggie, right? Ah, but here's how she asks. "I guess I don't have any other of this kind of pants. What do you call them?" "Sweatpants." "Oh yes, that's right. I guess I don't have any. The next time you go to the store, you could get me some."

Sigh.

"You have lots of them upstairs."

"Oh? I do? Well, I can't go up there so someone else will have to bring them down."

Sigh.

"Yes, what color would you like?"

10 minutes go by.


"I guess I don't have any sweatpants."

"Yes, I told you there are some upstairs and the next time I go up, I'll get some."

"Oh, OK"

10 minutes...

"Do I have more sweatpants?"

"URG GASP GARGGLE GAG GAAAAAAAAAA"

"Yes, they are upstairs."

"Yes, that's right you told me."