ooooooh, a little miscue

We kind of all realize that Alison has a little problem with over-reminding people of things and events. Kind of like: gonna do that now? gonna do that? gonna do that? not gonna forget to do that? Then, today, September 30, when I took her to work at 6:30 am. she didn’t have anything to remind me about. Nothing, nil, zip?

Mother drove home this morning by herself because she said she felt better and then I sat down and leaned over and slipped into a nap – actually, I may have taken my medicine twice. Anyway, I was in the tar pits of napping. Eyes opened but re-closed.  TV movies slipped from one to another. And then I felt a demanding thought flogging through the murky trails of neurons: MUST  . . . WAKE . . . UP . . . MUST  . . . MOVE. So I staggered to the shower and then set about getting some food for the horde of two coming from school.

Summer came in the front door and just a couple of minutes later, the doorbell rang. She went to check and said, “Oh, it’s some Chinese people.” You never know with Summer, so I went to the door and there were two ladies who are involved in Colin’s placement and casework. They were here at the house for a meeting with the family. Okay . . .

Actually, I think we handled it quite well: I settled them in a the table at the fair end of the kitchen and when Robert came in I plopped him in a chair and then we grabbed Summer and Cameron and put them on the two antique stools I had scored at an antique place for only $23 each even thought they are really strong with good ball bearings and thick, wooden, round seats that rotate.  Then I leaned up against the trestle table and just puttered around as we had our little confab.

Then, about 90 minutes later, they left. And I looked at Summer and said, “Chinese?”

(The ladies were very nice.)

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