Vision

My mom's sharp vision continues to amaze me. She reads distant street signs, store names, license plate holders . . . and she spots tiny objects like this pine cone and swoops down to pick them up.

Today I'd say she was a little out of sorts and less coherent. She was adamant about getting a ride home when I was trying to leave. I ended up sprinting down the hall to the exit when she was distracted for a moment in her room. Oy.