A decade (plus) has passed since my parents came to live with me and my husband and our three sons. Sometimes I laugh, or cry or pull my hair out, but it has not been boring. Even the most mundane days are enlivened by unprompted remarks and unintentional antics of my parents that I lovingly refer to as Elder Folktales.
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Rated R
Our cat, Inca, loves Mom and Pop because they remain stationary for hours in their recliners. Therefore, Inca can "cat nap" for as long as they "human nap." So, when Pop got up to go to the doctor's, he had cat hair all over him. Mom admonished Pop and grabbed the adhesive lint brush (this is the R rated part) and began vigorously rolling it up and down Pop's crotch area. After several minutes of Mom's ministrations Pop announced, "Doll Baby, that's enough, Dolly Baby that's enough."
Tuesday, July 17, 2012
Top ten things you can count on Pop to say or do at dinner
1. I'm not really that hungry
2. Wow, is that all for me
3. Is there anything else to eat?
4. Just give me a little bit.
5. What's for dessert?
6. What day is it?
7. What's on the program tonight? (Larry AKA Lawrence Welk)
8. I think I dropped something on the floor.
9. She won't pay any attention to me. (We're not sure if he is talking about Mom or the dog)
10. Make mine medium-rare.
Wednesday, July 11, 2012
He Still Loves Her
My Dad has the sweetest habit in the world. He constantly tells Mom he loves her. It doesn’t matter what time of day or night,
he will lean over her and say, “Have I told you today I love you? Doll Baby, I love you!” Kind of endearing,
right? Well, to be truthful, it drives Mom crazy! This will continue all day and sometimes Mom
grits her teeth and says,” Yeah!” and waves him away, because she is watching
something really important on TV like Inmates Raw, Law & Order SVU, Bones
or some other detective/murder story. My
sisters and I tell her all the time that she will miss him and his “Doll Baby,
I love you!” when he is gone, but Mom is not persuaded.
One particular day when I was talking to Mom, I asked her
how Dad was doing. (He had popped a
blood vessel in his eye when he sneezed.)
I asked her if he seemed any different, i.e., walking, speaking, etc. and
she said without hesitation, “No, he still loves me!”
Thanks for another great post, from my regular guest blogger, my sister, Jackie.
Thanks for another great post, from my regular guest blogger, my sister, Jackie.
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