The definitive, eccentric journal of an unlikely caregiver.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
As of 1/18/04 this journal continues at The Mom & Me Journals dot Net.
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is to undermine the isolation of the caregiving experience
by offering all, especially our loved ones, a window into our lives.
As I post to this journal I think of our loved ones and their families,
how busy and involved we all are, and that,
if and when they come to this site they can be assured
that they will miss nothing in our lives and will, thereby, recognize us
and relax easily into our arms and our routines
when we are again face to face.
Legend of Journal Abbreviations
APF = A Prescott Friend (generic) DU = Dead Uncle LTF = Long Time Friend a.k.a: MFASRF = My Fucking Anal San Rafael Friend MA = Mom's Accountant MCF = My Chandler Friend(s) MCS = My Colorado Sister MDL = My Dead Lover MFLNF = My Former Lover Now Friend MLDL = My Long Distance Lover |
MFA = Mom's Financial Advisor MFS = My Florida Sister MPBIL = My Phoenix Brother-in-Law MPF = My Phoenix Friend (generic) MPNC = My Phoenix NieCe MPNP = My Phoenix NePhew MPS = My Phoenix Sister MS = Mom's Sister MTNDN = My Treasured Next Door Neighor OCC = Our Construction Company |
Thursday, October 03, 2002
To MFASRF: Wow! Sorry to hear about your dad's broken hip!
Must be something in the "air" affecting old people. I'm glad he has family to look after him, and especially glad he has someone new to whom to tell his stories. Actually, the story about he and his companion, the country "from sea to shining sea" and a '32 Chevy with a rumble seat sounds interesting; although I know what it's like to hear those stories over and over. Reminds me of my grandfather on my mother's side. He had plenty of stories to tell, too. I'd heard them all, when we visited them in the states on vacation every three years ad infinitum, by the time I was between the 6th and 7th grade. He'd always begin with, "Stop me if you've heard this one..."
That year, I had the temerity to take him seriously.
His reply? "Well, you're going to hear it again!"
I actually like my mother's stories, despite hearing them a lot. Occasionally she comes up with a new one; sometimes she forgets I am her daughter and I'm featured in one that occurred long before I was born. I only correct her perception of me having been "there" if she forgets details and asks me to provide them, although, sometimes, I know the details she can't remember. What I like most about hearing her stories, now, is that she seems to be reliving them, and she had many, many life episodes that would be entertaining to relive. Her sleep dreams, too, now, (which she remembers much better and much more often than I remember my dreams) are also interesting. Nothing happens in them, anymore. She just visits with people she used to know and catches up on their lives (even though most of them are dead), or eats her favorite foods (she eats lots of pancakes in her dreams, I've noticed).
I hope your father mends well. Broken hips can be a bitch at that age. My mother's lucky that hasn't happened to her.
Catch up on your life and when you think you've got hold of it again let me know how you, and your dad, are doing. I'll be here, my mother's Morpheus, trying to rock her smoothly enough so she has only pancake-sweet dreams.
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