Mom's latest obsession.
I feel beat up today. I've been dealing with my mother's latest obsession. She hates the monkey grass she planted on the bank of the yard. This week she has been after me to poison it. I told her I wasn't going to do that, since it stopped erosion. She phoned our yard man 2 or 3 times about it. He came out today and cut it back some. He told her that it stabilized the bank, so it wouldn't be good to kill it. She said okay.
This afternoon she took some tools and went out on the bank and started whacking. This bank is treacherous, and she can barely walk on a level floor. I told her to stop, but she wouldn't. She just got mad at me. She didn't even realize the danger she was in. I told her the ground near the stream was unstable, but she said it was a wall. She wouldn't come look.
The monkey grass has been there for years and is much neater now than it used to be. But she has zeroed in on it. I'm afraid she is going to harm herself, but she is so obsessed that she won't listen. She just yells. Last year it was the moss growing in the yard. She ended up digging up a lot of the yard. What a mess, but not really harmful. The bank is a different matter. She thinks me trying to get her in off the bank is being mean and controlling, instead of worrying about her falling.
Whoever said wisdom comes with age didn't have a parent with dementia. I do not want to cut that grass to ease her obsession, since it would be dumb and would be a lot of work. This evening I just lay down like a zombie, not really knowing what to do. I guess I could let her do it and call 911 if she falls. I really don't like that idea, though. We can certainly be put in some unfair and depressing situations.