Need to go there

So, mom has started some compulsive behaviors.
Scratching her head in the same place over and over (until there is a bald spot there now)
Flipping her hair.
Copying the Bible word for word in a notebook.

Of all of them copying the bible is least annoying.  But its strange.  6 mos ago she couldn't even write her name, yet right now she can copy the Bible in a beautiful script...word for word letter for letter.

Now, there is no rhyme or reason to where she starts, but whateve.  I can live with it.

The other day she comes to me:

Her: I need a note to go there.

Me: where?

Her: there. That place.

Me: what place?

Her: the place in pearl, with the tables. the tables, and the bathrooms.

Me: how are you getting there?

Her: the person with the car, but they say I need a note from you.

By this point, I am totally confused.  She goes to an adult care center daily, and I assume a "field trip" would be a lot like for a kid in day care, forms etc that need to be filled out. So, I try to get more info.

Me: Why do you want to go there?

Her: so I can copy my Bible. The ones at clubhouse think I am crazy for it.

this is the point I have to try to keep a straight face, after all, clubhouse is FOR mentally challenged adults, and the idea that they have labels for some of them as "Crazy" I find amusing.

So she cant tell me what she really needs, where there is or anything. So I send a note with her, please give me the info, because she can tell me.

I tell her, until I have more information, I cant write a note that says you may go "there", and if you got seperated from them, could you tell someone where you need to be?

Her: yes

Me: really? where do you live?

Her: here.

Oy!

this is such a strange, strange disease.

And, she apparently is stuck in the 50s, where black and white people were segregated in the south. She chased a black lady down in our church parking lot on Sunday - to tell her she was so glad that a black woman was at our church - and Jesus loves her.  Now, this lady looked at her like she was nuts, said "um, thanks, and I know?"  And beat feet to flee from her before I could catch up to explain.  Oh boy. These new developments could be the source of many interesting situations.