"...our perception of the world is deformed, incomplete... our memory is selective." Claude Simon

We finished the shopping this morning and replenished the supply of fruit filled jello cups and chocolate chip cookies that allowed Mom to recognize there actually was food in the house. Then 'MK' arrived a few hours later than she had originally suggested (according to Mom). This schedule deviation created much distress for Mom. We distracted her by encouraging her to get her laundry done, she showered, had her lunch and was just saying that 'MK' wasn't going to come. Of course, this was obviously my fault as she must be frightened by 'my' dog (wait, whose dogs are these?!).

I am getting used to being the most powerful entity in the universe. Now if only I could manifest a few billion in a lottery win and fix all the financial dilemmas of every family member and close friends of mine. Hee hee

Dinner tonight was a stew made with yams, beans, carrots, parsnips (parsley root), apples, garlic, basil and a rump roast cut into bite sized pieces. It was good but served over a corn bread that I just didn't enjoy. After dinner I went up to the computer to catch up on email, which was when the old games began.

Mom began telling 'MK' that I scream at her and rant and rave all the time as well as I beat the dogs. Since I can hear every conversation from the computer loft area, I went back down to the living room when the subject of my children came up. I didn't bother to correct what Mom had said about me, but I did offer the correct information about how my children are and what they are doing.

That was when 'JP' decided to pop into the room and jokingly asked a dog (whom I had removed from the couch so a human could sit) if I had beat said dog. I asked him to come outside with me and pointed out that we have enough problems with Mom exaggerating her information- we don't need him feeding her anxiety and/or false impressions about others. He gets the point.

I think we should try to make sure we siblings all communicate these types of things with each other, as I am certain that we have all had false information and heard Mom's horror stories about each of the rest of the siblings.

Mom has an appointment with her doctor at 9:15am tomorrow. We will discuss the problem with her assessment / diagnosis and her depression / anxiety.