i talk to mom about memory. she tells me about the people on the other side of the complex, in memory care, a fellow who came to dinner in his underwear, and a lady who cries about her lost cats. i hope you find them, they tell her. she says they're watching baseball, loud, i have a hard time concentrating. she says she doesn't like baseball and each time mentions different teams playing. she's glad they left the house, grateful for the new place. talking to people is quite stimulating. we talk about memory care and how hard that reality can be. i tell her about trudy. everybody is different with their own minds and memories. sometimes it seems like it's always the same thing, but who knows what goes on inside. it's a hard time for everyone in the human family. we have a hard time remembering, and a hard time forgetting. after we get off the phone i realize she must have heard my voice message, because she mentions i said we may be at trudy's. i don't think she's ever accessed her voice mail before.