Stripes, again

This morning, B and I met for our walk in the vineyards. She had twisted her knee last night, so we shortened our usual walk and avoided the steep slopes. Still, we both enjoyed seeing the vineyards in their autumn colours.

I spent the afternoon at my mother’s house. Two of her old friends and colleagues visited, so we had coffee and cake, and chatted for a few hours. It was sad to see my mother sitting at the table, looking out of the window, and not even trying to join in the conversation anymore. Nowadays, her standard answer to most question is just „Keine Ahnung“ („No idea“). 
Dementia is a cruel disease.