Where's Waldo?

This afternoon, I received an email from my brother in Barcelona. He was wondering if I knew where my mother was. Oh dear, I replied, I thought it was *your* turn to watch her. Turns out, friends in Costa Rica are trying to arrange a trip to DC, where my mother actually is, so my bro thought that perhaps his sister in Boston, a mere 500 miles away, might be doing a better job of tracking than he was, several thousand miles away. My mother was out of her apartment but on the grounds for about one and a half hours. During that time, two people were trying to reach her for completely different reasons. She came home to several messages, including one from me, and had a bit of 'splainin' to do.

I think this incident was perfect practice for a few years from now when my nephew starts wandering off.

Next time, I'm sure my mother will alert all of us when she needs to leave the apartment.