Most people who meet my mother think she’s pretty on the ball, considering her condition. She seems alert, engaged, rational.
E and I were visiting Mom at the convalescent home the other day when she asked me about my car. We reminded her that we have her car, which we drove up from CA last weekend.
Yes, she says, it’s your car now and I’d like to buy it from you.
Um …. it’s your car, Mom, you own it.
Mom: Yes, but you have it now, so it’s yours. I was thinking of buying a new car and thought I don’t really need to since that car is in such good shape. So I thought I could buy it from you.
Remember that Mom can’t get in and out of bed without assistance. Driving is definitely out of the question.
At this point I suppress my laughter and go with the flow.
Me (trying to get off the subject): Okay Mom, we’ll figure it out later. Don’t worry, I’ll give you a good deal.
Mom: I like to know how much I owe people.
Me: I can look it up in the Blue Book.
Mom: Or you can look it up on the computer.
Me: Yeah, that’s a good idea.
By this time Mom was clearly ready to rest, so E and I made our goodbyes. Later, E said that if she persists along this line, we could just have her write us a check which we would just rip up.