...she got here, probably taking about six or seven hours for the three hour trip. And saying that she has been places she has never been before. Along with thinking that the next time she makes the drive, she will just stay on I-75 all the way up to Ft. Valley, or Byron. Which is twice as far north as you really need to go before turning more west. But if you do drive halfway to Atlanta before getting off the interstate, it is pretty much a straight drive due west to get to the Chattahoochee.
For some who is as directionally impaired, as well as forgetful (when she does ask for driving directions, she tends to not follow the instructions she is given, meaning there was actually no point in her asking) as the Auntie, it is truly a wonder she arrived at all. So if there was only one turn involved in the trip, there is a good likelihood it might actually work.
She sits here and reads the Sunday paper. Reminding of how my mom would read the newspaper every day, and not retain anything. Which had me thinking, crassly, that we could cancel the subscription, and just give her the same paper under the ink faded, leading her to believe it was new news every day. With memory loss, you might as well laugh as cry....
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