Not a rant, or a vent, just an observation on growing older and watching mother and her friends navigate life.... I went to Mother's yesterday to have her help me with a particularly difficult crochet stitch on a baby blanket. Took only a few minutes..she was in a bit of a dither as she was going to lunch with some "pool friends". They came and parked in the driveway and I walked her out and got her down the 2 stairs. There was one lady (all these gals are in their late 80's) who grabbed mother's walker and was kind of dragging her..I said "Oh, I have her, go ahead and get in the car" She wouldn't let go...the woman at the wheel yells at me "Who ARE you? You can't come with us! There's no room for the walkers and one extra person!" I said "I'm not coming with you, just helping Mother." (Who is still being hauled down the driveway) The walker helper looks at me and said "Who ARE you? You can't come with us!" I said, again, I'm R's daughter. I'm not coming with you, I'm going to help her into the car." Driver again states that she cannot possibly fit me in the car. The suddenly the trunk pops open and she says "You can put her walker back there, not on the seat and maybe we can make room for you". Again, "No, thank you, I am NOT coming with you. I am just helping Mother". So I get mother to the car and have to lift her legs to get her settled. Walker-hanger lady once more reiterates that I can't come. I agree and fold up mother's walker, keep the lady from slamming the door on mom's leg as she is struggling to get seated...ask them all to settle down, I GOT this...and driver informs me that I can now put the walker wherever I want. (Sigh) I put it on top of the other 2 in the car already. Then the final words, "Slam the trunk, wouldja? And you aren't coming, right?" OMG. This all took about 15 minutes. I got in my car and laughed about this all day. Part of the "slowness" process is that mother can't walk and talk at the same time, so she was trying to talk to walker-lady and me and would stand still. We only traversed 30 ft at the most, but it was like marching with Hannibal over the alps. Sometimes, I forget to just lean back into the moment and laugh.