WWF

Checked in on mom last night and there she was, watching wrestling on a tv much bigger than mine. There were others in the tv arena, all more or less watching the box as well. I wonder what people with dementia think about wrestling. It's such a bizarre 'sport', sort of beyond explanation. The outfits, the announcers, the prancing about and posturing. And, of course, I couldn't get a straight answer out of Mosey about her feelings toward WWF or anything else, for that matter. She was a bit dreamy last night.

I do remember watching wrestling on tv as a kid and she would shame me into turning it off, saying there are better things to do than watch 'crap on tv'. So I imagined that her former self thanked me last night when I guided her away from wrestling and into her quiet little room. I kissed her good night, said I was going to take the trash out and that I'd be right back. She asked why I was taking my purse out to the trash and, since I didn't have a good answer, I laughed and said I didn't know. She seemed to think that was a good enough answer so she let me go without another question. Sleep tight, Mosey.