This was too long for Facebook; a letter to my brother, cousins and aunts and uncle.

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Dear Family,

I had Monday off a couple of weeks ago and I left the ladies with Mom and took the gentlemen to see Grandma and Grandpa. Great Grandma helped Zach with his homework then the boys discovered they could make shadows on the wall. Grandpa was in bed talking about cottonmouth snakes. I don’t think I have seen him out of bed except for a meal in months. Grandma asked me if we could stay for supper. I told her I would come for lunch the next day.

*I am as yet not a fan of WordPress, so if you want to look at the photos in a normal shape, click on them and it should make them a normal height X width ratio. I have tried to fix this too many times tonight.

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When I got there they were not in their usual spot, but at “the table where the nurse sits at the corner and feeds two people.” The nurse had Grandpa on one side and another guy on her other side. She got Grandpa to eat a couple bites of egg salad, a bite of sweet potato and one of bean soup. Not much. He wasn’t even interested in his ice cream. *gasp!*

Mom and I had lunch at Perkins with Grandma Saturday. Mom very kindly laid it all out for Grandma that Grandpa seemed to be in a lot of pain from his pre-2012 compression fractures and that he weighed 107 pounds and that he is 97 ½ years old and he isn’t eating. (You should have seen them sitting there next to each other with their heads cocked at exactly the same angle.) Grandpa is going to be on hospice and it doesn’t look like he has long. They are making him comfortable with morphine.

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Sarah talking to Grandpa

More than Grandpa we are worried about Grandma (her mental health). They have been sharing a room for 70 some odd years and she is going to be lonely. Mom gets over there every other day, and I plan to visit once a week, but if you could write her notes or even post cards she would really appreciate it. She saves that stuff and re-reads it multiple times. Not that you couldn’t call her, but she can enjoy a card much longer than a call. If you need the address, ask me on FB.

Grandma’s dementia is…well dementia. She asked me my name so she could introduce me to the other lady at her table, (whose name she knew) but she often calls me “Carol,” and sometimes she calls Mom “Marcia.” She thinks her dresser (it belongs to the care center because hers is too big for the space) is full of other people’s clothes. She would like to move to assisted living. This doesn’t seem viable but we think if she moves to a single room in another wing of the building she might not know the difference. (and then we could move her dresser in from the storage unit so she would feel comfortable wearing her own clothes)

Grandma gets around okay, she goes to the exercise class and Mom takes her on outings too. Mom says my kids have celebrated far too many birthdays in an old folks’ home, but we try to do things like that there so they can celebrate too.

I hope you can make it to the family reunion this summer. We plan to have lots of fun- be watching your mailbox for more info. We rented the YMCA camp which is right along the river and very cool.

Here you go, Roadkill Spatula

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I asked an antiquie person for a drying rack for Christmas and see what I got? Whoo hoo!

Socknanza

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I don’t really do resolutions, but this year I joined the YMCA. I need to exercise and my job pays for part of the membership…if I just go. So I joined and signed up for Thursday Zumba. It was fun, but hard work. The kids went to some active kid program and informed me if I had signed a paper they could have climbed the rock wall and played on scooters. (actual photo of actual wall)

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Now I know. My Zumba teacher’s name is Yoko and she did yoga for a cool down. I told her “Namaste” when we were done, but I am not sure she got it.

The house is coming along. Very slowly. I have a fridge in my living room and I have to wade through a couple hundred books to get to my closet, but I have bedroom curtains and a dishwasher, so I am not complaining. If I figure out how to add photos to this blog I will add some. I don’t like change, and I am having a hard time learning WordPress, partially, I am sure, because I don’t try to do anything on it but read other people’s stuff when I do get on it. I put four commas in that last sentence.

This is the reason I started this post.

I have my moments as a mother.

One of my very finest:

I looked at all the crap strewn around the yard one day and wrote a list of it. Then I told the kids what a scavenger hunt was. They happily searched for and picked up all the things on the list. When it was all in one pile Lydia Mae looked at me skeptically and said, “Did we just pick up the yard?”

A more recent moment:

We have approximately 12 feet in our family. (Ed sometimes leaves things here to be washed.) Let’s see, 12 X 7 = 84 plus all the extras, we will say 100. (I try to see the basket as half full when it comes to socks; there are no lost socks, only extras).

Try as I might I cannot get kids to match socks while watching TV. Last weekend we had a ton on laundry so I piled it up in the middle of the floor and sat everyone around the pile. We folded as a group and it all got done. When everyone got their clothes put away we played Socknanza™ as a bonus.

Socknanza™ Rules: Everyone sits in a circle and someone deals the socks out evenly. Note, it is not easy to deal socks, and to shuffle them? Even more difficult, although if they had been line dried it might have worked.

I was picturing Old Maid with socks or Go Fish or maybe Pit. As it was we just kind of traded socks around until we had matched everything. If you are competitive I am sure you can come up with better rules, like person with most pairs wins, or person with no singletons…

The kids had a blast, and asked if we could do it again. We have indeed accumulated enough socks to do it again but I doubt it will be as much fun the second time.

I didn’t realize there was a patron saint of lost socks.

Should we call her Bobbi or maybe Argyle?

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