Mom called yesterday to check on Fred and told me she forgot Sunday. I said, "I told you to write down Sat. night and Sun. on your calendar so you wouldn't forget." She said, "I need a keeper." I said, "I know Mom. That's why we need to get you on some memory medicine and get you another place to live. It's not good for you to live alone. And you're never going to get that house in shape to move. It's just not gonna happen. So you might as well move somewhere and take with you what you need and leave the rest." She replied, "And you think I'll be able to sell the house that way?" I said, "No, you're kids are gonna have to pitch in and clean it out so we can sell it." Then she changed her tune and told me she thought she's been doing pretty good by herself.
I don't know about y'all, but the week leading up to Dad's birthday was extremely depressing for me.