Switching Seats

An unusual occurrence first thing on a quiet, beautiful Sunday morning.  Halfway through an otherwise ordinary breakfast with Dennis, Mother shoved her entire place setting over to the end of the table, got up and switched chairs. She finished her cereal, toast and juice sitting at the head of the table.

Mother's three daily meals are the clock her life revolves around.  We always are relieved at how oriented and comfortable she is in "her" (at least we thought she thought of it as "her") chair at the table. However......

 

One of the pictures on the refrigerator shows her seated at the head of the table (back to the French door) reading the paper while Glen, coffee mug in hand, grins at the camera.  In the picture she is seated in the chair she switched to today. Perhaps that chair was always hers. We will adjust things accordingly.

As an act of reclamation, this gets filed in the same category as her request for her wedding ring, and bringing us a picture of her children.