Remember the good times?
On July 4th, I cajolled and finally convinced Edna that we should see the fireworks. "All we have to do is wheel down to the bottom of the ramp. We can see them at the end of the street!" (They're held in the county park/golf course along our cross street.) After bundling her up against the wind .. felt like we were going carolling .. we got situated just in time for some really great fireworks.
She oohed and ahhed and had a GREAT time!!
Next day, she couldn't remember that she'd already had supper or what it had been, but she remembered those fireworks!!