If you've caught up with other postings you know MomEva is in the nursing home. I really do not mean any disrespect by this but there are some pretty weird and funny things going on regarding her stay there.
First of all, she is copying my dad. Well, probably she is copying every old person who ends up in such a place (and this is a good one). But she has chosen to use his words, declaring today, as he often did, that I could take her home and take care of her. ARGH. Not likely. I could not pick her up, move her around, get her fed. Let's skip the personal stuff.
Next, she has decided her top teeth do not fit anymore. Yesterday she was claiming they were not hers so, of course, the staff was panicky and at the same time hopeful that they were/were not missing. The ones she had in her mouth when I arrived today LOOKED like George Washington's choppers. Upon further inspection, facilitated by her dismissing them from her mouth, I could determine they are indeed, hers. These now reside on the nightstand, perhaps as a warning to anyone who dare cross her - she'll knock their teeth out.
Then came the coercing to go to therapy. God help us, she only has a few days left of getting up and walking with all the assistance. Then it is straight chair time. The kind-hearted therapist sent for her today (I know in her pocket there was a 'short straw') generously offered to let her take a nap upon completion of her exercises. If looks could kill, this poor girl would be on a slab and this posting would be entered by yet another corpse for we both we're given the evil, slaying eye.
All this now being exposed I have to add that historically July 9th has been a good day for me. It started in high school when I had my first date. Miniature golf during the day, if you are asking. I made it my day. Years later I learned it was my never-known-outside-photos grandfather's birthday. aHA. Further justification of it being a good day. So I sought out something remarkably good each July 9th. This year I am still waiting and looking for that. Besides my adventures with Eva I drove thru a yellow turn light on a red straight ahead light make sense?), albeit, successfully. As if that was not enough while behind the wheel I killed a cat charging across the country road.
There are those I know who would tell me to stop while I am ahead and to look no further. However, I felt very rotten about the cat, particularly since my front passenger seat hosted a stack of deliverable Adoption Alerts from APL. Should I have left one at the scene of my crime? This humor is too dark for you? Go ahead, make my day.
Before I came to my own blog I stopped by Shawn's (see doodlegirl link) and then went on to her sister's. It is such fun to tour the country daily, going to visit them and then linking into some of the other people they know. They really know these other people so I am a blog-stalker!
Updates: I never found my Tilley, even after getting a new one. Did the dog eat it? I will be writing a letter to Memorial Medical Center's higher-ups regarding my mother's lost lower dentures "the unresolved situation". I had to throw that in as it gives closure to this entry.
ta-DAH
Rabu, 09 Juli 2008
Selasa, 08 Juli 2008
woooHOOOOO
It's a jackpot day - there are 4 comments on one entry. YEA!
Well, I'm not going to turn this into an "about my mom" blog. But there are some folks who have an interest in her goings-on. So here's a brief update.
We've cleaned out my mom's studio apartment - most of the heavy lifting being done by Ed and me or Ed and Al or Ed and Diane. I've already SOLD a few things. Double jackpot! There's little else to save for us at this point in time; we have all we need and have our memory items so now others can benefit from the functional stuff. In the meantime she is settling into the nursing home with fewer and fewer belongings, worries, and cares.
She (my mom) was sleeping when I went over to visit. That's always a time to consider, to wake or not to wake her up...I did not. She loves sleeping and is working very hard to make it her main occupation. At the same time, what if I need to tell her something?
The fact is, there's nothing I need to tell her. She's heard all she needs to hear. The rest is just for me to figure out. That's why I let her sleep. Maybe that's how folks get to rest in peace! :-)
Well, I'm not going to turn this into an "about my mom" blog. But there are some folks who have an interest in her goings-on. So here's a brief update.
We've cleaned out my mom's studio apartment - most of the heavy lifting being done by Ed and me or Ed and Al or Ed and Diane. I've already SOLD a few things. Double jackpot! There's little else to save for us at this point in time; we have all we need and have our memory items so now others can benefit from the functional stuff. In the meantime she is settling into the nursing home with fewer and fewer belongings, worries, and cares.
She (my mom) was sleeping when I went over to visit. That's always a time to consider, to wake or not to wake her up...I did not. She loves sleeping and is working very hard to make it her main occupation. At the same time, what if I need to tell her something?
The fact is, there's nothing I need to tell her. She's heard all she needs to hear. The rest is just for me to figure out. That's why I let her sleep. Maybe that's how folks get to rest in peace! :-)
Minggu, 06 Juli 2008
Here's Looking At....
...the classifieds.
What a "Sunday" thing this is! But, now that we have canceled our subscription to the paper paper (as opposed to the online version) this is the final Sunday I will hear:
1. Here's one...3500 SF, 5 bedrooms, $425,000 and so on and so forth
2. Now, here's job you might like...Rochester Police officer,Starbucks manager @ the Hilton, Volunteer Coordinator @ UIS, transport driver @ APL. All of those involve really odd hours and mediocre pay. The day may come though. I've thought it would be fun to Georgette Plimpton. If you don't know what that means, Google "George Plimpton".
3. Mary Worth's comic is more than her saying "Hmmm, should I stay with Jeff?"
4. Here's a coupon for (something we don't need, wouldn't use, can't afford, and from a place we never shop).
5. We missed seeing such and such. As usual the notification of some funky event that we really might have gone to is published as a report of how under-attended it was.
6. Today the advertisements weight 2 lbs. and the paper 5 ounces.
7. Are you through with this?
What a "Sunday" thing this is! But, now that we have canceled our subscription to the paper paper (as opposed to the online version) this is the final Sunday I will hear:
1. Here's one...3500 SF, 5 bedrooms, $425,000 and so on and so forth
2. Now, here's job you might like...Rochester Police officer,Starbucks manager @ the Hilton, Volunteer Coordinator @ UIS, transport driver @ APL. All of those involve really odd hours and mediocre pay. The day may come though. I've thought it would be fun to Georgette Plimpton. If you don't know what that means, Google "George Plimpton".
3. Mary Worth's comic is more than her saying "Hmmm, should I stay with Jeff?"
4. Here's a coupon for (something we don't need, wouldn't use, can't afford, and from a place we never shop).
5. We missed seeing such and such. As usual the notification of some funky event that we really might have gone to is published as a report of how under-attended it was.
6. Today the advertisements weight 2 lbs. and the paper 5 ounces.
7. Are you through with this?
Jumat, 04 Juli 2008
Sleeping In
The 4th has come and gone, in spite of the date showing on blogspot at this hour. Hmmm. Actually our 4th in Rochester was June 27-29 and because of the rain, again, July 18. I digress needlessly. The dogs were doped (just a titch) to manage the noise from the city AND our being "out". Our out is not the same as theirs, if it matters. We went to New Salem State Park to enjoy "John Brown's Body" and enjoy it we did! It was branded a musical but actually it was more an historical reading with some musical elements. For community theater this was outstanding. If they were paid performers it would still have been outstanding.
We were a BIT hesitant as the last production we went to there we left during intermission; it was B-A-D.
This was a welcomed reminder of why we love local arts and artists.
Having stayed up late and then putting the poochers outside for one last time waaaaay past the usual hour, we turned in with the understanding we would sleep late. Around here that is any time after 6:20 a.m.
Didn't happen. My mother called from the nursing home @ 5:14, claiming to need help. The patriotic ring tone on the phone didn't blend in with the talk radio program already broadcasting in the bedroom (you're thinking we wouldn't have slept late anyway but you're wrong - so sorry) so recognition of that being the telephone arrived after the call had gone to voice mail.
We called the staff and asked that they see to her needs. She's frightened. I think she is truly staring Death in the face. People sometimes mention this but it is usually with something dramatic - a soldier, a crime or accident victim, a person who died and was revived. But, my mom is dying of old age, loneliness, and probably plain old giving up. Still she panics because of the dreams she has and she needs reassurances, either in seeing us or hearing our voices. Ed and I appear to have a calming influence on her! Ha! She would deny that, considering all the trials and tribulations the decades have thrown at her.
Of course this call jolted us out of our respite.
Of course we actually had to wake up the dogs to get them to go outside and then be fed.
In the meantime I try to find some level of humor in all this. Dark humor it is. I wonder if I could give her a tape player and tape of us talking to her. I ask myself if she wants me to write down some of the associations she is making - all very zany, impractical and eye-popping. She has asked for a dirty book to read, something that will hold her attention.
Indeed, it is a good life.
We were a BIT hesitant as the last production we went to there we left during intermission; it was B-A-D.
This was a welcomed reminder of why we love local arts and artists.
Having stayed up late and then putting the poochers outside for one last time waaaaay past the usual hour, we turned in with the understanding we would sleep late. Around here that is any time after 6:20 a.m.
Didn't happen. My mother called from the nursing home @ 5:14, claiming to need help. The patriotic ring tone on the phone didn't blend in with the talk radio program already broadcasting in the bedroom (you're thinking we wouldn't have slept late anyway but you're wrong - so sorry) so recognition of that being the telephone arrived after the call had gone to voice mail.
We called the staff and asked that they see to her needs. She's frightened. I think she is truly staring Death in the face. People sometimes mention this but it is usually with something dramatic - a soldier, a crime or accident victim, a person who died and was revived. But, my mom is dying of old age, loneliness, and probably plain old giving up. Still she panics because of the dreams she has and she needs reassurances, either in seeing us or hearing our voices. Ed and I appear to have a calming influence on her! Ha! She would deny that, considering all the trials and tribulations the decades have thrown at her.
Of course this call jolted us out of our respite.
Of course we actually had to wake up the dogs to get them to go outside and then be fed.
In the meantime I try to find some level of humor in all this. Dark humor it is. I wonder if I could give her a tape player and tape of us talking to her. I ask myself if she wants me to write down some of the associations she is making - all very zany, impractical and eye-popping. She has asked for a dirty book to read, something that will hold her attention.
Indeed, it is a good life.
Rabu, 02 Juli 2008
Living By Design
Inspired by fabric design blogs, I chose to head outdoors and try to (once again) grasp the functionality of the macro and super macro features. Who aims for mastering any of it?!
I know there are aspects I don't understand because I can leave everything the same, not move myself or the camera and end up with a blurry photo one time and a crisp one the next. If I changed something or moved I'd understand.
Surely some of it has to do with old eyes too. If I take my glasses off I see better through the viewfinder. Don't even talk to me about using the display - YUCK! But, the images might not really be in focus. If I leave my glasses on I cannot get right up to the viewfinder. It's a guess.
I'm thinking that pretty much is life as it is today - sometimes in focus, sometimes not. What we see may only be a guess as to what it really is. The closer we are to something the less we see of it and sometimes the tougher it is to get the full view.
Flowers in bloom at the end of June - all in our yard
Selasa, 01 Juli 2008
Vrooom-vrooom-vrooom
Driving cross-city to the timing of the traffic lights allows pondering:
1. How is it we have a language that offers up ticklish and licorice and they rhyme? What about Asian and nation? - Those two do, too.
2. Is there a legitimate reason America never went metric?
3. Why is negative news so popular and yet we hear public pleas for good news reports (and reporting)consistently and to every medium?
4. Where is my duff? I really do want to get off of it.
5. Why do we re-use words for different things: grain of sand, grain of the wood, grain of wheat, as an example. Still we can make up nonsense words all the time, Google being one.
6. How long was one of God's days when he created everything?
7. Do people who make up recipes instinctively know that when they make it it will turn out all right or close to all right, or does it take a zillion attempts?
8. Why can't women's outdoor wear be as sturdy, long-lasting, and practical as men's?
9. Are we there yet?
1. How is it we have a language that offers up ticklish and licorice and they rhyme? What about Asian and nation? - Those two do, too.
2. Is there a legitimate reason America never went metric?
3. Why is negative news so popular and yet we hear public pleas for good news reports (and reporting)consistently and to every medium?
4. Where is my duff? I really do want to get off of it.
5. Why do we re-use words for different things: grain of sand, grain of the wood, grain of wheat, as an example. Still we can make up nonsense words all the time, Google being one.
6. How long was one of God's days when he created everything?
7. Do people who make up recipes instinctively know that when they make it it will turn out all right or close to all right, or does it take a zillion attempts?
8. Why can't women's outdoor wear be as sturdy, long-lasting, and practical as men's?
9. Are we there yet?
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