Little Quirks

My mom has always been a tad eccentric and quirky.  This disease seems to have made her even quirkier.  When I was growing up, no one was allowed to throw any garbage in the downstairs bathroom garbage can.  It had to be taken to the kitchen garbage can.  She was obsessive about this BA (before Alzheimer's).  Fast forward to current times, and now she doesn't really even want garbage thrown in the kitchen garbage can.  She fusses about the garbage every single day.  Anything that gets thrown away must be shredded into tiny pieces.  She is horrified if the garbage gets filled up, and will then proceed to bad mouth my nephew for making too much.  It's just another one of those things I try to ignore, but it honestly gets under my skin.