The other night, Dad and I were outside walking towards the house. I heard him say something and turned to ask him what he said. He repeated it.
“Do you want me to scrape the house for the pancakes?” He asked.
“What?” I replied because I didn’t understand what he just said.
He repeated himself with more emphasis. “Do you want me to scrape the house for the pancakes?”
Again, I replied but with a little unbelief in my voice, “WHAT? Dad that doesn’t make any sense.”
He was getting angry now. “Oh, Goddammit,” he said with a raised voice.
“Sorry, Dad. I don’t understand what you’re trying to say.” I replied. I was thinking our wires must be crossed, as they say.
He repeated the same thing again, except this time he used hand motions to convey his message. “Do you want me to scrape (hands motioning like a window cleaner cleaning a window with a squeegee) the house for the pancakes (motioning his hands as if he was bouncing a ball)?
Now I was thinking does he have full-blown Alzheimer’s or is it me? Do I have dementia? Good grief!
About that time I woke up and thought to myself, thank the heavens it was just a dream!