Mother has been all over us for several months to take her to the beach because she "wants to see it one more time before I die." Even though she isn't dying, Hank and I decided to go ahead and take her so she'll quit carrying on about it. She's going around telling anybody who'll listen that we won't take her anywhere.
We have a trip planned very soon...just two nights. If that goes well then we'll plan a longer trip later this summer. Her general way of operating is that she'll call us two nights before we're scheduled to leave and say she isn't going.
Usually she says that her ears hurt. If that happens this time, Ned, Hank and I will have a glorious time at the beach with mother's VISA card.
All afternoon, the conversational loop was:
Mother: I guess we'll need to take winter clothes to the beach?
Me: No, it's going to be plenty warm. You'll take spring clothes and a sweater.
Mother: I thought I'd take winter clothes. I don't have a sweater.
Me: NO winter clothes and yes, you have a very nice sweater that we gave you for Christmas.
Mother: I don't think I have a sweater. Don't we need to take winter clothes to the beach??
On and on it went until I finally said, "Yes, I think you're right. You'll need to take winter clothes to the beach." (I mean really, I'm going to be the one packing her clothes anyway so THERE!!!!!)
When I got ready to leave, mother walked outside and pretty as you please said, "I'm about to burn up out here. Why in the WORLD did you say that I need to take winter clothes to the beach????"
This is precisely why I take a "Lord have mercy and give me patience" pill (otherwise known as a "flying pill") before I go to Green Grove.