Dad's B-Day Dinner

Well, it wasn't so bad. Except he's almost surely Alzheimic. He was kind of obnoxious at some points, mentioning Pot and wanting to give us all some, fairly loudly, at the restaurant. Then something really rude, which I guess as Bruvva noted, is not worth repeating. Stepmom had said to others the bit about the memory problems.

It was fun, other than that. All of the kids were there, of my family, one stepbro and wife. Also my neice, dad's grandkid. Other one is still at school. I hadn't seen him or stepmom or

There is a theory brewing in my head about some people who have Alzheimers or like my mom have alcoholic dementia. The three people who I know are or I am sure are afflicted have something in common--that they have memories that are are really really bad--of things they did, and of things that were done to them as children. But the memory problem they are having in old age is preventing them from doing anything about their childhood problems or their adult behavior. Weird. I suppose everyone who has those memory problems has that stuff in their past, but it's interesting that those three do.

I had a sort of dream about Mom and Dad. In it I was Hermione Granger, with Harry and Ron. We were in this lonely deserted part of London and I was leaning back on a park bench with all this angst or whatever showing on my face. I remembered after I started dissecting the dream that that reminded me of HErmione after she erased her parents memories of her to keep them safe from the enemy, to keep her parents safe.