She came into my room at 4am, "Who's there??" I sat up and she said, "Oh! I'm sorry!" She often forgets that I'm staying here.
Unloading the dishwasher, she gets to the silverware tray. Opens the silverware drawer and stares at it. "I can't remember where this stuff goes. What is all this?"
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Her microwave
ReplyDeleteHer pots and pans
Her SILVER ware
Her china
All the stuff in her bathroom (Please take a picture of the bathroom cabinet.
Her towels
Her cedar trunk
Whatever files she has
My dad's army stuff
The handmade quilts
Her refrigerator
remind me to look in the attic, please
Dad's rifles
Dad's tools
Her canned food