Last month, full moon, I got a call from the city police at 6:30 a.m. "We have your mother."
She took a stroll around the neighborhood and ended up on some Hispanics' porch, trying out their treadmill machine. The ID bracelet with her name and my phone number came in handy.
Last night I saw full moon and thought, Oh no.
Sure enough, by 11 p.m. she was trying all the doors, saying I HAVE TO GET OUT! I put chairs under all the doorknobs, set the burglar alarm, gave her a sleeping pill and sang her some lullabies.
Quarter to 3 p.m., and she's getting up now!
No fan of full moons, here.







