Month: February 2016

Oh (2), oxygen

This weekend we had a couple of oxygen mishaps, one funny and two decidedly not so. The funny oxygen mishap was me sitting on a spare oxygen tank in the back seat of the car, depressing the lever and getting goosed by a strong “whoosh!”…

Grace, Part 2

When she was a girl, Mama J participated in a Bohemian/Czech youth gymnastics program called Sokol. She always had lovely legs, and I still see the grace in her limbs. Next post: Oh (2), oxygen

You’re never too old …

To wear pink hair chalk to match your sweater. To talk to your daughter’s mother-in-law about your poop chart. Extensively. Seriously, say “poop” one more time. … to be embarrassed by your mother. 🙂 Next post: Grace, Part 2

On my honor …

This past Sunday was Boy Scout Sunday nationwide, and Mom wanted to go. She called her scouting friend who lives in Baton Rouge, found out which church had an affiliated troop, and made arrangements with the Scoutmaster. She asked Brian to iron her skirt…

Falling apart

I very nearly fell apart on Thursday. Sometimes the cause of the near-falling apart is not the real reason, which is what I think happened on Thursday. Anyway. I’ll get to that in a bit. The short(ish) backdrop is that Mom had an eye…

Blur

Some days this is how I see her, a blur of her old self, fading away in front of me. Other days, as my friend @galumbaugh says, she is the “hardiest dying person I’ve ever seen.” Next post: Falling apart  

My mama’s hands

When I was growing up, and even into adulthood, it bothered me to no end that I didn’t look like either of my parents. My twin brother Mike is the spitting image of our dad, right down to his mannerisms. And my younger brother…