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Getting used to January with the old people is taking a bit.  "It's cold" is what I hear every single day, morning, afternoon, and evening.  Dad keeps saying it, as if he didn't live here for 55 years before going to Florida immediately after Christmas for the past 23 years.  Mom says, "It's not that bad", just to piss him off, of course. I've been making sure they have their gloves, hats and scarves on all the time when they go out, especially this past week.  Remember when your kids were little, and you got all their outdoor gear on, then they had to go to the bathroom?  Well, I try to remember to ask Mom to pee first. Dad thinks she should only wear corduroys when it is below freezing.  She has 3 pairs...so after the first week of cold, he has decided she can wear jeans as well...or else he is washing clothes twice a week. The other day it snowed.  I was outside shoveling...Dad comes out with his slippers (well, his old man slipper shoes - w...

Mom finally came out of the crazy hallucinatory fun on Sunday night, with a return to reality.  Her reality, however, was based about 20 years ago or earlier. "When are they leaving?  Where do we live?  Who lives here?  Why didn't anyone tell me this is where we live?" Dad, not really having the patience to answer any of those questions, brought her upstairs to me.  I brought her into their room.  "Here's your bed, your dresser, and your things.  You live here, with us." Ma: "Since when?  and why?  Am I cuckoo?" Me: "Well, for a while, the house in Lordship you sold to Nancy, and then she sold it and you came here to live with us.  You do have an illness that messes with your memories and your brain." Ma: "So we don't live there anymore?" Me: "Nope, not for about 9 years now." She didn't remember Florida at all, nor did she ask where Nancy was, or what was going on with her.  Dad just ...