My Poor Attitude

Boy was I angry yesterday.
Trying to keep it inside all day was exhausting, and I do not even
know what specifically it was....
ok, Everything.

At one point i was so tired of mother repeatedly searching her wrists for
her watch I took mine off and put it on her.
I decided that entering her apartment is like going into a carnival
' fun house"...
The disorienting moving floors , twirling spinning walls,
mirrored mazes....
I go in, undo the madness by going through everything=
items wrapped in underwear, kleenex draping books, empty trashcan
(where's the trash?) what happened to all the klondikes? where is the
toothbrush? The puzzle we started gone, not in box. Dish liquid in freezer.
I prepare a meal and leave for an hour to catch my breath & sanity.

As I return later
walking down the hallway I start to breathe heavily, open the door,
and once again enter the 'fun house' and do it all over again.

I don't think that she is hallucinating- it is only when she looks out
the window. So maybe it's her cataracts or spots she sees.