I'm at my sister's again, visiting my folks.
Between the pain and the medication, my mother's enormously confused. When I first arrived yesterday evening, she worried that I might be missing classes. I assured her I wasn't.
In saying something about me and the dog to my father, she referred to us as "he" and "him" -- which neither of us is.
My dad mentioned that he'd like to have his pick-up moved up to my house and suggested maybe Lizzie and Jerm could come down with me some weekend and drive it back. I mentioned that Alex can drive a stick shift, so maybe I could recruit her. My mother's eyes went wide with shock and said, "But she's too young to drive!" Alex will be twenty-four next month.
This morning she asked me if we'd all come down for the reunion and if that's what my cup said. My cup had "Colorado" printed on it.
At one point my dad came in with his cup of coffee and my mom said, "You shouldn't be drinking coffee, either of you! It's bad for you!" Wait ... she's right ....
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