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22 February 2014
This comes from that little corner of my brain which still expects my mother to show signs of normalcy, since she looks and sounds so normal so much of the time.
But, that said I may kill her!!!!! There. I've said it.
To recap, you may recall that the latest thing that has replaced "am I gonna live to hunnert" concerns the plants my cousin Niecie brought to her a couple of months ago. Now when I arrive for a visit, she sits in her chair and the very first thing she says is "look at those pots. Niecie brought all those plants up here -- I think she was going to throw them out and then thought maybe she could dump them on me -- but one morning I woke up and they were all dead because it froze during the night. How did I know it was going to freeze (just because I told her it was going to freeze.) She's going to have to come and bring a box and take all the pots away. She should have known they would have died..." etc. Every. time. It has become like nails on a blackboard she complains about the "damn plants" and how Niece is going to have to come and get the dead plants so they won't clutter up her patio.
(My offer to take them away myself meets with her desire that I not do that, because they were originally Niecie's and she should come and take them away herself, because it's her fault, after all, that the plants ultimately died because she should have known that my mother couldn't take care of them.)
Again, that corner of my brain that hopes to get a "normal" response is surprised that she didn't bring the plants in when I told her it was going to freeze in the night. But the woman who can't reach 6" to open the door to find out if it's warm or cold outside and who can't seem to extrapolate potential action from information given couldn't be expected to think about bringing plants in to save them from dying from the freeze.
So yesterday I received word from Niecie that she was going to come and give my mother a mani/pedi (she's a cosmetologist) and I wrote and told her about the problem with the plants and suggested she bring a box so she could gather up all of her pots and take them home.
This afternoon, Niecie called from Atria to let me know my mother was out of toilet paper, so after I conducted a telephone interview with a guy who is starting a new theater group, I drove over to Atria to bring her some more toilet paper.
Niecie had just finished the mani/pedi and they were both very happy with the new look of her fingers and toes.
We had a nice visit and when Niecie started to pack up her things I asked her if she had brought a box to take all the pots home. She said she had not because her car was so full but that she would come back at some point in the future and get them then.
"Oh, that's OK," said my mother, with a casual wave of her hand. "There's no rush. They don't bother me."
When Niecie was out of the room, she told me again how the plants had died because they were "covered with snow."
The part of my brain which understands that she can't be expected to think or act rationally, even though she looks normal, understands.
The other part of me still wants to run screaming from the room.
PHOTO OF THE DAY
Do those look like the feet of a 94 year old? MY feet don't look that good!
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