The Grannie Annie, Grandma Vera Vibes Are for Real. Major Flashbacks in the Childhood Bathroom in Cherry Heights.

Growing up, when my Grannie Annie was visiting, she'd often barge in while you were showering so she could get photographs. Not sure why she wanted us to post post-shower, but we would. Then, as Grandma Vera aged, she often fall in the bathroom, with the door locked, pushing all out so she couldn't be rescued.

Enter Papi Butch's era of dementia. He gets up in the middle of the night, locks the door, and shuts it so no one can enter. This is not good, given mom's bladder, so she thinks a little masking tape will keep him from doing it. Um, has he been kept from mowing the lawn daily or snowplowing? Nope. But maybe the tape will help. 

Favorite quote of the day..."Dad, you need to go around to throw away your nectarine peels." He responds, "I know. I know. Down the hall and take a right."

"Left, dad. Left." 

Couldn't help but laugh, even though today's fixation was on getting green lights for the miniature holiday tree in the window because he's tired of the white lights. 

I did get him to the bank and to purchase flowers/chocolate for Mom's 81st birthday. He told me, "All I have is $100 and I want to do something nice." Then he cried. Of course, when we got to the store he asked, "Why are we here. I told him to get flowers." He responded, "I don't like flowers." 

We got them anyways.

Mom now has her new iPad Air, 13'' screen, which is a nice upgrade. I was impressed at the ease it took to transfer items from one to the other, all because we set up her fingerprint to do so. 20 minutes max, and she's up and running.

Ah, but the temperatures sank and it's cold again, with windchill even more frigid.

Okay, Saturday. Here we are.