Old age and forgetting

 

Proof positive that Mom and I are both getting really old. 

I went to pick her up for Sunday dinner yesterday evening. Normally, I just stop at the front door and she parks her walker inside the front room area of Our House, and walks out with minimal assistance. She hops in my car, we go to my house, and she uses dad's walker that is here. 

This particular day, though, there was a lot of traffic with cars and people coming and going, so I didn't get to pull up to the front door. I parked in the lot.  I walked to the lobby area and she hadn't come down yet, so I went upstairs and we came down in the elevator together. Then we just walked out the door with her walker, to my car where I loaded her walker into the backseat and we had a lovely evening together at my house having meatloaf and potatoes and vegetables. And we even played an abbreviated version of Push the Dummy after dinner. ( Our first hand took THIRTY MINUTES!!) 

When I drove Mom home after the dinner, I pulled up to the front door of Our House Assisted Living, and stepped inside to grab her walker so she could take it in. But her walker was not there! Neither one of us remembered that it was in the car. It was just out of the norm. It's not what we expected! We were confused. I sat her down on a chair in the lobby so I could go in search of it, but I'd go bring in her food, first. I decided that I'd better check the backseat of the car. Yep. That's where it was. So I wheeled it in with her leftovers. Then she walked over to where the mail cart was to check for her mail. I went back out to the car. But then I remembered that she has a package coming with some new pants that she had ordered, so I ran back in to remind her to watch for that package. And she looked at me so confused and said, "What is my room number!?" She couldn't remember! Luckily, I did remember that. She just shook her head and said, I was looking in the 100s. Her room number is 211. 

What are we going to be like years from now? Scary thought, huh?