16 Rolls And What Do You Get...

     I put a brand new roll of TP out this morning and found only a core when I returned 10 hrs. later.  I have been looking for the elephant I know Ma has hidden somewhere all year.  There must be some large being that Ma is cleansing with TP for some rescue group.  It is the only thing that explains this unnatural use of TP.  Either that or she is rolling them out the 9th floor window in celebration of some event I am unaware of.  Their are plenty of parades in Disneyland and Ma has been dancing with the Fantasia mushrooms all year.  Perhaps Disney has a parade around the ring road at Marine Drive when I am away at work, that would help explain the TP loss if Ma was using it as confetti to greet Mickey Mouse and Goofy, especially Goofy.

     Ma engages me in some deep conversation everyday and complains that she can't here my response.  She hasn't heard my voice, particularly low, in 5+ years.  Today she wants to get some Father's Day cards for the men in the family and she vacillates between wanting to go herself and having me do it for her.  At this point I believe I will do it myself, it seems the path of least resistance.  She is aware that she cannot go anywhere by herself and is afraid of being anywhere in public where she may be required to interact verbally.  Kinda scary.

     I guess I should be glad that Ma is current and knows what day is coming.  It has been a long time since Ma has cared what day it was.  She forgot my birthday and all the kid's birthdays so far this year and her sudden burst of awareness is quite welcome.   I kept her medicated through my sister's death,  funeral and for about 2 months afterwards.  She then became depressed, which I believe is quite normal for all she has been through this last year.  I believe she is breaking through her lethargy at this point.

     Ma's health is still suspect and I just gave her some of the magic, sleepy time cough medicine as she is  not sleeping due to her hacking.  She still claims she has a cold, same story since December, but her COPD is getting worse and I think she will be on oxygen before too long.  She is taking her other meds regularly since our "Come to Jesus" meeting last Sunday when I read her (wrote her) the riot act and threatened her with full time in-patient eldercare.  This is the second time we had this conversation over the last year and each time it has insured an immediate change in attitude.  This "Coming to Jesus" thing really works as getting an old Irish Woman to stop complaining is at least as powerful a miracle as the parting of the Red Sea or making a blind man see.