Brain farts a-go-go

Don’t feel bad.

I was once looking at a picture of someone standing in the door of our house and wondering out loud who it was.

Yes, I had failed to recognise my own mother.

We have a winner!

Three sisters, ages 92, 94 and 96, live in a house together. One night the 96-year-old draws a bath. She puts her foot in and pauses. She yells to the other sisters, “Was I getting in or out of the bath?”

The 94-year-old yells back, “I don’t know. I’ll come up and see.” She starts up the stairs and pauses, “Was I going up the stairs or down?”

The 92-year-old is sitting at the kitchen table having tea listening to her sisters. She shakes her head and says, “I sure hope I never get that forgetful, knock on wood.” She then yells, “I’ll come up and help both of you as soon as I see who’s at the door.”

My father gave me some old slides from when my parents went cross-country in 1966 and I snuck some negatives out of their house from when they went cross-country in 1995. I got a shot of each of them printed, so one of Pop in each year and one of Mom in each year.

Don’t feel bad.

Mom didn’t recognize the older picture of herself.