There is no stitching to report on today. We went to visit my mother.
She is getting more and more confused as the days pass, but she's happier than I've ever seen her, so we're taking that.
However, my big mouth got me in trouble.
Dearly Beloved took a few moments for a pit stop and while he was gone, Mother asked if I were planning to marry That Man.
I said I thought he was already married.
Fifteen minute lecture, during which time Dearly Beloved returned to the room and was totally confused by the lecture.
Keep in mind, this is not the first time he's been tarred and feathered through no fault of his own. When it became obvious Mother should stop driving, we bought her car. Dearly Beloved drove it home. I called later that evening to let her know we had arrived safely home only to hear this:
"Some old man stole my car! I stood on the sidewalk and saw him drive it away. I was waving at him to stop and he just waved back and drove on!"
I'm not sure if he was more insulted by the thought that he would steal her car or by the fact she called him an old man.