So the other day I was taking some pictures of some of my eggs for another section of this forum. I had a weird ring on an egg and posted a picture to see if anyone knew what it was. It ended up being and isolated case and I haven't seen it again. I had cracked them for breakfast that morning and when I saw the spot I got the camera. My Mother, who lives with us and has Alzheimer's, sat at the kitchen table and watched me from the corner of her eyes. Every now and then she would catch me seeing her trying not to watch me and she would avert her gaze from the whole silly scene. This is a woman who needs help with virtually everything she does and will wear three outfits at once (layered look is chic) if I don't help her dress. So I see her trying not to watch me and I wonder what she is thinking. Is she thinking that her daughter has flipped her wig? I have to laugh, knowing that even in her plaque-filled, deteriorated brain, she knows that what I'm doing is pretty crazy. She watches as her sole caregiver moves around the kitchen and takes pictures of raw eggs in a bowl...and then actually poses them??...With the butter?? I chuckled out loud and asked her, "Mom, do you think I'm nuts, taking pictures of my eggs?" She shook her head in mock arousal as though she hadn't been watching the whole thing and in her signature soothing yet encouraging voice, the voice she used so many years ago when my feelings were hurt by another kid or when I was worried about how I did on a test, the voice I really don't hear too often anymore said, "oh, honey....you're not crazy. You've really been doing very well, lately." I thought my gut was going to bust.