A Confession

Last night I dialed a telephone number. It wasn't until I put the "phone" to my ear that I realized that I hadn't dialed the number on the phone but on the remote to the satellite dish. I felt mortified! How could I do something so absurd and irrational? Am I losing my mind? Has the solitary isolation I have experienced over the past couple of months since being exiled from my home begun to affect my rationality?

OK, so I over reacted to a simple slip of attention. Thus I laughed about my dialing the remote instead of the phone. I shared my humorous goof with my mother when I telephoned her (dialing the phone and not the remote) this afternoon. Can you imagine my surprise when she told me she has done the same thing - several times! So could my action be attributable to my age or heredity?

My response: I really don't care. It's a funny story and that's it. And it is reassuring that someone else has done the same thing!

Speaking on my mother, her stay in the rehab center is about over. She has been challenged by the powers to be to demonstrate that she is capable of living on her own by May 1 or end up in either a nursing home or assisted living mini-home. I am unsure about the details: Mom gives me one version and my sister gives me another. I pray Mom is able to return to her house. That's what she wants and I sincerely believe that, with appropriate support, she can live here.