My grandma is starting to get dementia. It comes and goes. Sometimes she's completely lucid. Other times she's really confused. This is a conversation I had with her when she called me at 1:30 Tuesday night:
Grandma: where is everyone?
Me: In bed, grandma. It's 1:30 in the morning.
Grandma: I'm here all by myself!
Me: Yes, because it's the middle of the night. Go back to sleep.
Grandma: No one has been here all day.
Me: Grandma, my mom was there in the evening, then she went home and went to bed. She'll be back to see you tomorrow.
Grandma: No one told me they wouldn't be here!
Me: She was there, and she'll be back. It's the middle of the night. Go back to bed.
Grandma (clearly annoyed and NOT believing me): I guess I'll just go back to bed then.
Me: Go back to bed. Go to sleep. It's 1:30 in the morning. People will be over to see you tomorrow.
Grandma: Fine.
Click.
Poor grandma. When she's lucid she's really frustrated that her brain is short-circuiting.
In other thoughts, we had a bit of a thaw yesterday. Just enough to fill the sidewalks with water which then froze again. But fissures formed in the ice everywhere and the sound of running water made me hopeful. In fact, it got up to around 40 degrees, which honestly almost felt uncomfortably warm! (Don't worry, I'll adjust. That is NOT a complaint!)
So, are any of you into the Olympics? Yeah, me neither. I think the reason I feel this way is because I get too nervous for the Olympians. All those years of working out and preparing, and then they fall, or slip, or drop their partner.... It's just too much for my nerves! Obviously, most of them don't have embarrassing disasters. Most of them do wonderfully. But every now and then, disaster occurs and it's too much for me. I just want to hop a plane to Sochi and give them a batch of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies and a big hug. And frankly, that flight is outside of my budget. So I just avoid the Olympics, for the most part. Because I can't afford a sympathy flight to Sochi.
Lastly, in
Thank you for being a friend.
Traveled down the road, and back again.
Your heart is true. You're a pal and a confidant.
And if you threw a party, invited everyone you knew
You would see the biggest gift would be from me
And the card attached would say:
Thank you for being a friend.
Happy Thursday!
3 comments:
A few thoughts:
1. The Olympics freak me out this year because all I can think is that these people have worked their whole lives, made it to the olympics only to have them hosted in a country where there are so many crappy things happening. Terrible conditions, people threatening to blow you up, dogs being shot all over the streets. If I was an Olympian I would be T. O'ed!
2.That call from Grandma makes me sad. I need to find some time to get out there more often with the kids.
3. I shoveled almost all the ice from around my house yesterday. I would go out there throughout the day and shovel it and get rid of it. I also shoveled snow from in front of my house onto the warm pavement so it would melt. I am so sick of the snow.
I love the winter Olympics, despite the spill and chills. And I'm impressed with your poem. It must have taken you a long time to write it. You should set it to music. I could almost hear a tune in my head when I read it.
I totally agree with you about this winter's olympics!
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