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imaginarycircus at 09:13pm on 06/02/2008
imaginarycircus at 09:13pm on 06/02/2008I survived today. I spent 12 hours with my brother. I love my brother. I do. But he tends to rant. For hours. About the same three things.
He picked me up at my favorite coffee shop this morning and we drove to CT to see our grandma. He was so chatty and ranty (especially about politics) he blew by 84 and didn't even notice until we got to Springfield. We drove down 91 to CT.
Our grandmother lives in assisted living, but the nice kind. She has her own apartment, but there is 24 hour nursing care and a formal dining room and all sorts of other stuff. No one lives near her so this is important. My aunts take care of her from VT, TX, and London. Mostly from London. I spoke with my aunt in London and she asked us to go through my grandmother's cupboards to make sure she had everything she might want or need. She can go downstairs and eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner anytime. It is full service with waitstaff. She doesn't always feel like going downstairs though. She is almost 90 and is having a lot of trouble remembering things. So when she talks to my aunt on the phone and my aunt tries to order stuff through peapod my grandmother gets confused and ends up with another jar of jam--but no toilet paper.
We went through her kitchen and found all manner of old, stale, and just plain disturbing. I found a jam jar with an inch of pink liquid in it. I asked her what it was. She opened the lid and smelled and said, "Oh, it is just some wine I am saving." O_O I can't tell you why this disturbed me even more than the jam jar in the fridge with half inch of old soup and two inches of white furry mold on it, or the jam jar full of milk she "borrowed" from the dining room and presumably sneaked back up to her apartment because she ran out of milk. But it did. Note: We bought her half a case of wine because people are very social there and are always dropping in so she likes to have wine to offer them. And she had several bottles in her cupboard.
She also had no kleenex or soap. Needless to say we bought her soap, lotion, anti-itch cream, toilet paper, and all manner of other things including milk. OMG. My poor grandma. She almost cried when we came back from the store. I can't imagine being that lacking in autonomy or awareness.
Three more hours in the car with my brother who made me listen to the Marshall Tucker Band and Willie Nelson and I'm home and totally overstimulated and exhausted.
KEEPING A MOUTHFUL OF OLD CHEAP WINE IN JAM JAR IN YOUR CUPBOARD because you lived through the depression? GACK!
Plus she asked me twice how my mother (her child) died and told me twice to finish my novel before she dies because she wants to read it and she is old.
I love her. And I am glad when I get to see her. EVEN THOUGH SHE KEEPS FURRY SOUP AROUND. O_O When we first pulled it out of the fridge I thought the noodles were maggots. THE HORROR.
We scrubbed out her fridge before we put the new food in it.
He picked me up at my favorite coffee shop this morning and we drove to CT to see our grandma. He was so chatty and ranty (especially about politics) he blew by 84 and didn't even notice until we got to Springfield. We drove down 91 to CT.
Our grandmother lives in assisted living, but the nice kind. She has her own apartment, but there is 24 hour nursing care and a formal dining room and all sorts of other stuff. No one lives near her so this is important. My aunts take care of her from VT, TX, and London. Mostly from London. I spoke with my aunt in London and she asked us to go through my grandmother's cupboards to make sure she had everything she might want or need. She can go downstairs and eat breakfast, lunch, or dinner anytime. It is full service with waitstaff. She doesn't always feel like going downstairs though. She is almost 90 and is having a lot of trouble remembering things. So when she talks to my aunt on the phone and my aunt tries to order stuff through peapod my grandmother gets confused and ends up with another jar of jam--but no toilet paper.
We went through her kitchen and found all manner of old, stale, and just plain disturbing. I found a jam jar with an inch of pink liquid in it. I asked her what it was. She opened the lid and smelled and said, "Oh, it is just some wine I am saving." O_O I can't tell you why this disturbed me even more than the jam jar in the fridge with half inch of old soup and two inches of white furry mold on it, or the jam jar full of milk she "borrowed" from the dining room and presumably sneaked back up to her apartment because she ran out of milk. But it did. Note: We bought her half a case of wine because people are very social there and are always dropping in so she likes to have wine to offer them. And she had several bottles in her cupboard.
She also had no kleenex or soap. Needless to say we bought her soap, lotion, anti-itch cream, toilet paper, and all manner of other things including milk. OMG. My poor grandma. She almost cried when we came back from the store. I can't imagine being that lacking in autonomy or awareness.
Three more hours in the car with my brother who made me listen to the Marshall Tucker Band and Willie Nelson and I'm home and totally overstimulated and exhausted.
KEEPING A MOUTHFUL OF OLD CHEAP WINE IN JAM JAR IN YOUR CUPBOARD because you lived through the depression? GACK!
Plus she asked me twice how my mother (her child) died and told me twice to finish my novel before she dies because she wants to read it and she is old.
I love her. And I am glad when I get to see her. EVEN THOUGH SHE KEEPS FURRY SOUP AROUND. O_O When we first pulled it out of the fridge I thought the noodles were maggots. THE HORROR.
We scrubbed out her fridge before we put the new food in it.
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