Time.
What an interesting concept to completely lose. Telling time, the year, the date on the calendar or simply the passing of time. I often feel like I am in Groundhog's Day, the movie, and just repeat the same story every morning when my mom wakes up. The latest round deals with a bad tooth and a trip we are taking. Each morning is the repeated statement, "Today, right?" and then she points to her mouth to showcase the bad tooth. When I tell her not today, but friday, the response, "Fine, I'll go back to b", can be a bit angry. When discussing the trip she gets very belligerent insisting she will simply get a car/plane/bus and drive herself, "so there." Aaahhhh, who doesn't love a bit of repetition in life, remember grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup as the fixer of a cold day?
****Note: any of my mother's quotes used are cleaned up and use full sentences for the reader's understanding. My mom herself cannot speak in full and coherent sentences.****
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