Tuesday, November 25, 2014

What The Devil....(Mootha Goes 'A' Triple Plus)


I try to call my Dad every night but lately it's been once every two days. You can blame my social life on that, or perhaps my lack of a long distance plan. Wendy has long distance on her cell phone but her cell phone tends to be with her and not me. I can't seem to turn the damned thing on or off anyway, plus my cheek causes the phone interface to do strange things like place calls to Botswana and do Google searches for Moroccan banana bread recipes (neither of which I ask for).

I did manage to call dad last evening and he gave a glowing report on Mom. It was an ultra rare A+++ rating for Mom. An A+++  visit has only been experienced a few times in the past two or three years. Fortunately my brother and niece were there and, even better, a short video was captured. You can hear Mom clearly saying "what the devil" and I think she was saying 'what the devil is going on'. I've heard her say that pre-Alzheimer's, but not post Alzheimer's. It's a classic quote of hers. I probably heard it the most when I was a teenager, or when Doug was a teenager, or when Alex was a teenager. Or when Dad bought more shrubs for the garden!

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