Savannah and my Mom

I traveled across the country recently. I left from Berkeley, California and made it to my new home, at least for now to Savannah, Georgia. I stopped in the L.A. area and visited  with my friend Deirdre there. She was very kind in letting Jasper and I stay for the night at her house. The next morning we went out for breakfast and she took me on a tour of the surrounding area. I ended up taking a picture of the pier at Manhattan Beach.
I did lose my debit card, or at least I can't locate it, and still haven't. I ended up drawing out all the money of my accounts so I would have it for the trip. We stopped at Williams, Arizona. I found out with all the Covid stuff motels aren't taking cash payments, so I had to get a debit card and load it up. The next morning we drove through Sedona. That drive through the area was so scenic and beautiful so I took quite a few pictures. That night I found out that I couldn't load a debit card after midnight--the hard way! I ended up driving the rest of the night and getting a reloadable debit card and put money on it at 6am. I was already in Arkansas by that point so I ended driving the rest of the day and arrived at my parents house around 6:30-6:45 pm in Alabama.
It was so good to be able to visit with my parents and my 2 boys. Chris, my oldest son, came over the next day. My Mom actually referred to me as she and her and asked what name I was using. I was a little uncomfortable answering her question because my Dad was in the room too. I did muster up some courage and answer her question. She continued to refer to me as she.  My Dad didn't though. The next day while my Dad went to the bank (he didn't want anyone to see me so he wouldn't have to answer any questions about me) my Mom and I talked about everything under the sun, which I loved. However, she did, at one point, ask me who my mother was before realizing that she is my mother. I said "yes you are." We continued to talk about many things. She asked about what type of music I like and about my friends in the Bay Area. She ended up asking questions she had asked before and later did the same when we were eating. When I went back downstairs, I completely lost it. I cried 3 times at least. I truly hope the conversations we had somehow helped her memory. I think I'm having short time memory problems but not like hers though. She'll be 76 next month (August).
After dinner I got back on the road and drove the rest of the way to Savannah. I got there late but the motel I reserved closed the office at 11 pm, well before I arrived. I ended up having to get another motel for that night and I went back to the extended stay hotel the next day. It was quite a journey, all in all.