I tried just one time to explain to her what was so funny, and she said: "That's it! You've lost your grasp. We're going out this weekend." So now I won't be around Saturday. And she moved 2 of my clubs to one of the closets in the Foyer. She grabbed the Dowel and asked; What's this stick for? I replied: "Put-that-back"; "please." She did. She shook her head. Go figure.