Boxes & Apple Butter
My eldest daughter let me know how many ways she’s enjoyed the homemade apple butter (made from mom’s Island apples) I sent her for Christmas. I offered to send more, and she said the jar was lasting. Shortly after she confessed to being a tad hasty turning me down on resupplying her. I replied that […]
Sitting
I found myself just sitting yesterday morning, and then admonished myself for it. With so much that needs doing, what was I thinking? And, I don’t sit easily. This is part of why I don’t go to movies. I quickly forgave myself for ‘just sitting’ as not only the intensity that was 2017 wandered into […]
Self-Care 301
Lots happened this last week in terms of taking care of me, some of it overdue: Mammogram on Monday. Results are negative! Mad gardening both on the ivy project between us and our neighbor, and working on Himalayan blackberry removal, and raking garden frace down the ravine (to mitigate soil erosion) on Tuesday and Thursday. […]
Harley Davidson Apparel
On my last trip to the Island, on top of gathering my father’s winter outerware for donation, I also collected the remainder of my mother’s cold weather clothing to ‘sneak’ into her apartment. Included with the remaining mock-turtle neck shirts, and a favorite sweater, was a long-sleeved Harley Davidson t-shirt. My daughter was in mom’s […]
General Update February 28, 2018
Some day I will react even less to listening to mom, in person or via voice mail, telling me she can return to the Island ‘anytime now.’ Our phone number must have made it’s ever diminishing appearance for mom last night, as she left voicemail. She’s trying to sell me on Elvis, as she thinks […]
Sweet Encouragement
This bouquet from my eldest, after a challenging week, brightened my day.
February 22 Elvis Update
Mom had the concierge call my daughter today. My kiddo described the conversation as, “very long and shallow.” Mom went on repetitive worry about Elvis, including that he needed some sort of emotional intervention because it’s been weeks, and Elvis still won’t come out from under the bed. My daughter, gently, conversationally cornered mom into […]
Elvis Update
My mom, not being able to remember my phone number (a predicted first), and receiving no answer from my daughter’s cellphone (written down on a post-it), called my mother-in-law this evening. My MIL called to let me know mom was sure that Elvis the cat was dying, and needed immediate medical attention. While talking wth […]
Chinese New Year 2018
Mom and I went down to dinner, and as I plotted, ended up sitting with two other ladies, rather than by ourselves. Lydia was outgoing, loquacious even, and seemed much younger than my mom. It didn’t take me long to see signs of her dementia. She asked all of us if we should order dinner […]
God is a Gay Black Woman
I made a friend on the train over 10 years ago when commuting from our wee town to the big city. Kathee was outgoing, hystericallly funny, and took no prisoners. We had singing, politics, and administration in common, and soon looked for each other on the ride up and down the coast to work. The […]
Dementia Dance - Travels with Mom 