A Vermeer with attitude?

My mom donned the chef garb available at the Silverado "cooking class" today, and then posed as a strong lady. This was after our walk, when I was about ready to head out. I thought she'd be engaged in the mac and cheese  project, but no. She wanted me to take her home.

I often think that if her Alzheimer's were somehow reversed, I'd be in hot water for selling her house and getting rid of her car. And it would be terrible now not to have enough money to replace them!