Confusion reigns

Dad obviously hasn't been able to keep up with days of the week for some time. Now Mom is getting confused. We've been eating out on Thursdays for several years. This week, when I came home Tuesday evening, Mom had gotten Dad ready to go out to eat in his special "out to eat" clothes--a white shirt without any stains, clean pants, dress socks, and shoes instead of house slippers. I had no sooner gotten in the door when Dad started heading out. I tried to explain to him that it was Tuesday, not Thursday, and we were eating at home. Dad eventually turned around, sat at the table, and wondered why I couldn't produce dinner instantly after coming in from work. I don't think he ever understood about it being the wrong day.

Oh, well.