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!" of cold air. B and Mama J and I got a… Continue reading Oh (2), oxygen
Month: February 2016
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 and me to buy her a new brown belt. "To do… Continue reading On my honor …
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 appointment a couple of weeks ago during which the optometrist told… Continue reading Falling apart
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 Robert shares my Mom's ears, nose, and square jawline. Both inherited… Continue reading My mama’s hands
“I think I’m doing better.”
As I'm scurrying to go back to work after lunch the other day, Mom says something that stops me in my tracks: "I had a conversation with Nurse Blair today. Obviously she doesn't know since she didn't see me in Missouri, but I think I'm doing better." "I think I'm doing better." Oh, my… Continue reading “I think I’m doing better.”
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