Monthly Archives: February 2011

I’m Mom–a reminiscence

As I get older (I’m now in my sixth decade, children), I see Mom coming out in me more and more, in ways that I mocked at one time. The issue of used paper napkins, for one thing. It’s important … Continue reading

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Yup, Florida was good

We returned from Florida at 12:54 a.m. Sunday. My husband and I seem to have a genius for getting home around 1:00 a.m., and I need to wind down for at least an hour; I never fall asleep until 2:00 … Continue reading

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Oh Happy Day!–guest post, Kathy’s sister

You never know what you are going to get when you walk into Bickford. It always has the potential to surprise. Often the surprises are not good ones. It can be Dad hollering, “OH, NO!” as you walk in the … Continue reading

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Adios to the Bird Cage

Friday, February 11th, one month since mom’s hospitalization, 27 days since rehab admission. At last the answer to mom’s persistent query, when are they going to let me out of this jail? Mom returned to her assisted living apartment in … Continue reading

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Florida

My husband and I are going to visit his brother and wife for a week. They just happen to be in St. Augustine, FL, which makes the visit doubly appealing. Thursday’s visit to Bickford made me wonder why I would … Continue reading

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Of Fingers and Toes

I’ve just returned from a visit with my two-and-a-half year old granddaughter–and her mother and father, of course. It was a delight to spend Friday with her, and I was amazed to see how well she got into her winter … Continue reading

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Her disinterest and my rage

Turn left at the bird cage. Surprise. It’s an unmapped maze. Today’s irony is that the caged bird is mom. Nursing staff told me on the phone this morning that mom was “not interested “in providing a urine sample for them.(@#*&%(^%(@*%^( … Continue reading

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