All This in One Hour? Ha ha ha.

Plotnik is walking in with his mom from the back patio, which is where she is exiled when she wants to smoke. We have an appointment at the ear doctor in one hour. The ear doctor is fifteen minutes away by car. But Mummy P. is still in her pajamas. She needs to use the bathroom again so Plottie is helping her maneuver herself to her walker, which she can push towards her goal.

She stops in the middle of the living room. Plotnik is standing next to her. He waits for her to continue.

"Mom, could you walk a little slower?" he says. (He thinks this is funny.)

"My hip hurts," she says.

Plotnik looks at his watch.

"Well."

Mummy P.'s night helper quit suddenly yesterday. She got into an argument of some kind over money with Mummy P., but no one else was here and M.P. cannot remember exactly what transpired.

Fortunately, Plottie is in town and will be here until tomorrow, and it is also clear that the terrible storm of the last few months has passed. She does not need help at night anymore. We only need someone here "in case."

This will all resolve itself. But it has to start with Plottie's mom moving her walker from the middle of the living room towards the powder room and then out of the powder room towards her clothing and then out the front door to the garage and into the car and then out of the car and into Costco where the ear doctor is but she'll have to find the bathroom at Costco first.

Can all this possibly be done in an hour?

Ha ha ha ha ha, no way Jose. But we're trying.