I got to Mom's around 8:15 tonight. She was in a rather interesting condition. Sitting in her chair, partially dressed, with her robe draped across her, on backwards. She had 3 socks on each foot, and all 6 of them were different...no matches. She had on the wrong pair of glasses and was drinking orange juice. Quite a sight.
'Hi Mom. What are you up to?'
"Oh nothing, just waiting for the lottery to be announced. I wished I had some money so I could have bought a ticket." She went on about the lottery for several minutes...how much the winnings would be, how everyone was talking about it, etc. then out of the blue - "I didn't even file. They'll announce it sometime tonight. Did you file one?"
'File one what, Mom?'
"Income taxes." 'Don't worry, Mom. I took care of yours.' "You did? Am I getting anything back?"
'Yes, Mom. It goes straight into your bank account.'
Then back to "So all the boyfriends and girlfriends that gave their lottery tickets to each other got stuck waiting."
We just relaxed and watched American Idol. She was into it...making good, accurate, and positive comments about each of the singers...then she started reaching for her purse, and placed her empty orange juice glass in it.
Whatever works.
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