I had a conversation with my mom last week that bothered me a little. I know my dad is old. I know that he has dementia or “a touch” of Alzheimer’s. Whatever it is, it’s causing him to occasionally act odd, say weird things, and drive like a Jeff Gordon Wannabe. He is changing, sometimes for the weird.
Here’s the latest:
Mom: Your dad is really losing it, you know.
Me: What did he do now?
Mom: We were at the doctor’s office this afternoon, waiting to go in to see Dr. G., and out of the blue he says:
Dad: What were those blue dots in your cereal this morning? It has been bothering me all day.
Mom: What are you talking about? Blue dots?
Dad: [getting annoyed] This morning! You had a bowl of Cheerios and there were blue dots in the bowl with the cereal! WHAT WERE THEY?
Mom: [giving it some thought] Do you mean the blueberries?
Dad: [sighing in relief] Yeah. That’s it. Blueberries. Why did you put them in your cereal?
Mom: I always put fruit in my cereal. Sometimes it is a peach, or a banana, and this morning it was blueberries.
Dad: Ok. But you know, the blueberries would taste better if you put them in a pie.
Mom: Weird, huh. Its hard to get used to this, you know.
Me: I know. You better stay healthy! Because if you get sick, and he’s going to be looking after you, you’re in big trouble.
Mom: Well, I’ve got to go, I’m off to the store to buy him a blueberry pie.