Monday, April 18, 2016
A Bad Day At The Ranch
Just been out to lunch with old friends.
We find we all are being over-run with family who "want to help us",
but ....you will find this strange (ho ho ho)..... somehow we are the helpers!"
Not that there is anything wrong with being a helper.
Just like there is nothing wrong with having a cup of coffee and then taking a nap.tastingtable.com
Emma Jean has been just great, still volunteering in spite of a major stroke (one year recovery but she recovered and you cannot tell she has had a stroke). Oh, yes, she broke her femur (another one year recovery but it overlapped some with the stroke recovery so it was like a blip-on-the-blip.) Yeh, she now uses a cane, but don't a lot of people? They don't ask you down at the DMV if you use a cane!
Maybe you are using a cane to whack stupid people over the head with!
Sorry. I am just remembering my grandfather who couldn't walk but wasn't dressed until he had his cane in hand.
And Emma Jean almost bled to death from the Advil she took to manage the pain of the splintered femur, but she did recover! I mean, and I can tell you this as a nurse, hemorrhage is life threatening, but if you don't hemorrhage to death you recover fairly quickly with a few transfusions and a bit of a rest. Emma Jean recovered nicely after the crisis.
Her daughter (who needs a place to stay during her lengthy new home construction) has decided Emma Jean, age 80, is too infirm and "needs somebody to stay with her".
Since said daughter has never been fastidious as her mother is, she has decided Emma Jean is too fussy about everything especially the kitchen.
Since she is "helping" her mom, she is excused from ever saying thanks.
Her mom is so lucky.
Emma has gained 30 pounds since we all went to lunch a couple of months ago!
Sue Ann and I are aghast as we listen to Emma Jean.
Sue Ann can relate because even though the cubs haven't moved in on her, she cannot take a cruise without them.
Not just a cub.
Several cubs. Sue Ann pays for it all. After all, they are "helping her" so she won't be alone in case she strokes out or something on her cruise! God forbid she find an on-board lover to rob her of her money!
I was a little ashamed to share my pathetic little undramatic cub story, but I had to admit I am in the aging arena also. Mundane of course, but right there with the crowd. It is about family dinners. It seems the family worries about me being alone. Grandma needs company. Open door policy, so here comes the dinner crowd. Ok. I'll rustle something up. They all have fun, cousins relating with cousins and my grown-up cubs talking tech with each other and telling jokes I don't get......and then they all leave.
As I am cleaning up alone, I can't help but wonder why I skipped lunch with Sandy after church to have quality time with family.
Oh, that's right. It was about not being alone.
Sandy calls me up on the telephone and complains that her afternoon is spent on her tiny deck alcove watching the lizards play on the hillside rocks for hours. Actually, it is just one lizard.
One lonely lizard. Zipping about. Basking in the sun. Resting on a flat rock.
Sandy is depressed.
She needs to get over it!!
PS All three of us, the lunch-bunch, are without husbands in our old age. As we sat there trolling the good old days, we realized the prime purpose of a husband....(be he the first one, ie father to the cubs, or a later one)...is to run those cubs off!!!
We women are very wedded to our cubs, whom we love dearly.
Sorry we are that we ever criticized that which protected us.
Thank you for your visit.
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