When I picked UTBM from her complex today, I was tempted for a nano second to send her back upstairs to change her clothes. She had bright red pants with a bright pink shirt, orange sneakers and pink socks. Did I mention it was BRIGHT?
That's quite an outfit you have there today Mom.
Oh I'm so happy I can wear my summer things now.
She tells me how her table mate has taken up with a new woman. They talk all through dinner about all kinds of things and she has no idea what they are saying. I ask her if this bothers her.
No! Keith and I just eat our dinner and listen to them go on and on. They talk so much. I think I'm going to invite Keith to come over to watch Lawrence Welk. I can leave my teeth in for another hour and I can wait to put my nightgown on.
This is huge. Her ritual for the last five years: teeth out and night gown on before 7:30 p.m. Bed 30 minutes later. Who is Keith Mom?
Oh he's not my boyfriend. We just sit together and he likes to come to my room to listen to music.
Leave your door open Mom and don't kiss on the first date Mom. She has no idea I'm being playful.
We run our errands and she gasps at how much everything costs. After a few stops, I find myself wanting to take her home so I can go about my business in peace. I'm torn between my love for her and my impatience at her constant annoying monologues. This isn't an enjoyable relationship. I'm a chauffeur who gives kisses to her at the front door.
On the way home I turn on the Satellite radio. Glen Miller's Band is playing Elmer's Tune. She knows all the lyrics and sings with such happiness and delight.
That's an old song. Maybe my brain isn't as bad as the doctor says it is.
Maybe. But I'm not putting my money on that horse.
1 comment:
There was some coordination there. Her shirt and socks matched. It is quite comical and on the other hand sad.
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