After I wrote that last post, I went to take a shower, and just as I soaped up my head with Silverette Shampoo (or some-such named bluey gooey stuff for gray hair), I realized,
I WAS WRONG ABOUT THE STRIPES!
I'd written that one woman had asked me repeatedly to count the stripes on the flag she was painting.
I kept reassuring her, "That's right---there are thirteen."
Then I'd go help someone else, and she'd demand I come and count again, saying they didn't look right.
I thought she was just being confused. She does have dementia, after all.
But now I realize she was right:
I'd been counting the red stripes, and there were thirteen.
But there aren't thirteen red stripes on the flag.
There are seven. Seven red and six white stripes total thirteen.
Ha! So much for me and my neuronormative brain.
I WAS WRONG ABOUT THE STRIPES!
I'd written that one woman had asked me repeatedly to count the stripes on the flag she was painting.
I kept reassuring her, "That's right---there are thirteen."
Then I'd go help someone else, and she'd demand I come and count again, saying they didn't look right.
I thought she was just being confused. She does have dementia, after all.
But now I realize she was right:
I'd been counting the red stripes, and there were thirteen.
But there aren't thirteen red stripes on the flag.
There are seven. Seven red and six white stripes total thirteen.
Ha! So much for me and my neuronormative brain.