Current mood:eccentric Mom still lives with us but she's 'here' less and less often. It kind of heartbreaking. A former avid reader, she doesn't open a book anymore. She sits in her chair and looks around, stares off into space or snoozes. At times she comments on the pets or the weather. It's a pitiful existence but it's not a nursing home so I guess that is good. In the evenings when Mom goes to bed she always thinks it's her birthday. She wants to stay up until we have cake and ice cream. Or she lays in bed awake wondering why we didn't wish her a happy birthday. One day she insisted that my brother called to wish her happy birthday so he messed up my little plan to keep her birthday from her (muwahahaha - laughter of the evil "it's not your birthday" girl...). I have to say it's been a little frustrating to tell her over and over that her birthday came and went and we did have cake and ice cream. But alas, the next day it's the same thing again. I've finally come to view it as a great way to go, celebrating every day as if it was the day you were born. Maybe she's not so crazy after all.