Day after tomorrow
Nov. 23rd, 2005 07:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
susandennisToday was easier. We spent the morning organizing the kitchen. Mom was never tall. But she's a lot shorter now. And about half of the kitchen storage is out of her reach. So we had to find reachable spots for her few dishes and silverware, food, paper products and laundry stuff. I wanted her to tell me where to put stuff so she could find it. She sat in a chair and pretended to give a shit and participate.
Then we went to lunch and then she got her hair done and I went to Walmart for a corkscrew, can opener and cushions for her two hard chairs in the living room.
With my permission, she offered my computer services to her friend Mr. Emmons. He was a bit reluctant but clearly needy so after dinner I went to his apartment. Bless his heart. He had had Comcast cable broadband and now has Bell South DSL and one had set up his Outlook Express for the switch. So every time he looked for mail, he got an error message instead. Fixed that up easily. Then he had two other questions... how could he get rid of the icons at the left on the start bar (quick links) another easy one and finally he wanted to know when he should use the number keys on the keypad part of his keyboard. I explained that he never had to use them if he didn't want to. He was greatly relieved. He's so nice. It was a joy to be of help.
Mom is really prone to leave messes everywhere. She takes off her socks, for instance, and just leaves them on the floor by the chair in the living room. Her kitchen counter was a cluster of clutter before I fixed it. I thought this was all so odd because growing up in her house i learned that everything had its place and everything had better fucking be in that place or else.
And then I got to thinking... My parents were together for the first 50 years of my life. I never knew them separately. I knew that they never watched TV because Daddy thought it was boring and stupid. And that when he was out of town, she was all over catching up on her watching. And I knew that they enjoyed the art - theater, sculpture, art, etc. mainly due to Mom's influence. But, really, they operated as one.
Now I'm beginning to understand that it was Daddy who must have insisted that the house be spotless and perfectly appointed at all times. Mom really does care too much. It's very odd.
One more full day... I think I can make it.
Mom refused to let me take another picture with her oxygen. I have to say that it sure makes me nervous when she takes it out!
Then we went to lunch and then she got her hair done and I went to Walmart for a corkscrew, can opener and cushions for her two hard chairs in the living room.
With my permission, she offered my computer services to her friend Mr. Emmons. He was a bit reluctant but clearly needy so after dinner I went to his apartment. Bless his heart. He had had Comcast cable broadband and now has Bell South DSL and one had set up his Outlook Express for the switch. So every time he looked for mail, he got an error message instead. Fixed that up easily. Then he had two other questions... how could he get rid of the icons at the left on the start bar (quick links) another easy one and finally he wanted to know when he should use the number keys on the keypad part of his keyboard. I explained that he never had to use them if he didn't want to. He was greatly relieved. He's so nice. It was a joy to be of help.
Mom is really prone to leave messes everywhere. She takes off her socks, for instance, and just leaves them on the floor by the chair in the living room. Her kitchen counter was a cluster of clutter before I fixed it. I thought this was all so odd because growing up in her house i learned that everything had its place and everything had better fucking be in that place or else.
And then I got to thinking... My parents were together for the first 50 years of my life. I never knew them separately. I knew that they never watched TV because Daddy thought it was boring and stupid. And that when he was out of town, she was all over catching up on her watching. And I knew that they enjoyed the art - theater, sculpture, art, etc. mainly due to Mom's influence. But, really, they operated as one.
Now I'm beginning to understand that it was Daddy who must have insisted that the house be spotless and perfectly appointed at all times. Mom really does care too much. It's very odd.
One more full day... I think I can make it.
Mom refused to let me take another picture with her oxygen. I have to say that it sure makes me nervous when she takes it out!
