If it's not one issue, it's another...

Early on Saturday morning, I drove to pick up two martial arts students and take them to the party at the lake.  I was looking forward to a relaxing day, but I had hardly sat down when my sister expressed concern for my dad.  After work yesterday, I stopped by to visit with my mother and dad.  I played scrabble, shared pictures of my trip and chatted. All seemed copacetic.   Today I thought that I'd stop by and give my dad some respite.  I discovered that my mother had twisted her knee yesterday, and she had taken a painkiller and was asleep.  My dad had hoped to travel next week, but now his plans are on hold, pending how well my mother's knee heals.  My dad needs more help with my mother, and if she can't walk, then she might have to go into a nursing home.  I also had a strange conversation with a coworker.  In essence, she was asking when I would give her a camping tent.  The initial conversation was so long ago that I can't recall it.  Did I offer her the loan of a tent, or to give her one?  I have no clue.  I found an old tent, some stakes and the directions and a new sleeping bag that a colleague had given me.  Today I gave them to her.  Remind me to keep my mouth shut around this woman.