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My mother has Alzheimers and lives in a special home for such patients. If she gets out we (siblings) have to take her out. She looks fine. She is not fine. She was an inveterate gardener for 75 years. She'd probably enjoy going to a garden center, but the ones in the US aren't like the ones described here. They aren't accessible and there are no tea-coffee shops-- but there are tacky ceramics. Here in Italy I see busloads of aged people in remote and picturesque towns. Mother would be frightened by going strange places, but that's what I hope to do, and it won't be a cuppa for me, it will be a glbutt of wine! I hope there will be some foolish old gent who will want to sit in the next seat to me. I will wear ugly ballon shoes and whack impolite folks with my cane. I will paint red circles on my wrinkled cheeks and wear impossible colors and play Russian clbuttical music on my iPod really loud so that you can hear it faintly coming from my earphones. If you mumble about culling me, I will strive to remove your reproductive capabilities. If they are female and unreachable I shall turn a withering gaze on you and say, "Shame!" People in their eighties now survived WWII. I suppose they'll survive you. --
