Wednesday, May 30, 2007
linens
I feel like I have lost my mother. Well of course not really. She is right there in the apartment doing pretty much nothing.
But the mother who gave me grief is no longer here. Just a few years ago she wanted to come over and organize my linen closet. WTF? See I never learned how to properly fold towels and sheets. It just isn't important to me. But this was something that was important to her and she tried her best to get me to care.
Just like she would tell me to stand up straight or to put a little power and lipstick on when I left the house.
Now it is she who doesn't care. She is starting to get bent over and I tell her to stand up straight.
However, I don't need to tell her about powder and lipstick. She does still seem to care about her appearance in public.
Old people fuss about how often they have to go to the doctor but I think they actually like it. They pull it together, put their game face on and tell the doctors they are fine.
Friday I went with them to my mother's cardiologist. She was very withdrawn in the car.
But the minute we got to the doctor's office my mother resurfaced for a while. My father didn't go into the exam room with her, I did. She perked up with nurse and then the nurse practitioner and then the doc. She teases them and they all think she is great and funny. She even made a point to say goodbye to the receptionist.
She was much more up like that when she was living with me. The stimulation was good. But alas they both said they wanted to be together in the apartment. So that is where they are. I just can't get there as often as I would like. And I am not sure if they are getting many visitors. Most of their friends are dead or worse off than them. My cousins are busy with their own lives and just can't seem to get there.
But when I do go I find I need to organize her linen closet. My father doesn't have a clue and she doesn't care.
It is sad. Boy I am feeling sad today.
And so it goes.
But the mother who gave me grief is no longer here. Just a few years ago she wanted to come over and organize my linen closet. WTF? See I never learned how to properly fold towels and sheets. It just isn't important to me. But this was something that was important to her and she tried her best to get me to care.
Just like she would tell me to stand up straight or to put a little power and lipstick on when I left the house.
Now it is she who doesn't care. She is starting to get bent over and I tell her to stand up straight.
However, I don't need to tell her about powder and lipstick. She does still seem to care about her appearance in public.
Old people fuss about how often they have to go to the doctor but I think they actually like it. They pull it together, put their game face on and tell the doctors they are fine.
Friday I went with them to my mother's cardiologist. She was very withdrawn in the car.
But the minute we got to the doctor's office my mother resurfaced for a while. My father didn't go into the exam room with her, I did. She perked up with nurse and then the nurse practitioner and then the doc. She teases them and they all think she is great and funny. She even made a point to say goodbye to the receptionist.
She was much more up like that when she was living with me. The stimulation was good. But alas they both said they wanted to be together in the apartment. So that is where they are. I just can't get there as often as I would like. And I am not sure if they are getting many visitors. Most of their friends are dead or worse off than them. My cousins are busy with their own lives and just can't seem to get there.
But when I do go I find I need to organize her linen closet. My father doesn't have a clue and she doesn't care.
It is sad. Boy I am feeling sad today.
And so it goes.
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