Friday, December 9, 2016

Five Days Later


While Mr. Rosenberg was outside hanging the lights on the house, Bob and I finally decorated the tree that's been standing in the living room since last Sunday night. We used no discretion. We loaded her up with every ornament in the bin. Plus beads. Plus this wired fuzzy striped long pipe cleaner kind of stuff. We listened to Christmas music. We ate a few gingerbread things. But still.

It's like I left the front door unlocked and the holidays have let themselves in without me noticing. It really doesn't feel 'tis the season for me yet. I think that's why we may have decorated the tree a little frantically. We threw everything we had at it, hoping just one more glass angel, one more clothes pin Santa Claus would be the thing to finally make us sit back and say, "Yes. At last. Now it's Christmas-time."  It hasn't happened yet, but it will.

And when it does, we'll be ready.





Thursday, December 8, 2016

Epiphany


"Mom? I don't feel good at all."

"What's going on?"

"My stomach hurts really bad. I had a barbecue beef sandwich for lunch at school. Maybe it's food poisoning."

"Well, a lot of your friends have had the stomach flu this week, so it could be that too."

"Mom! I'm gonna barf!"

"Here's a bowl and a towel!"

* * *

"That seemed awful, honey. How are you feeling now?"

"Mom?"

"Yeah, babe?"

"I think I want to be a pescatarian."




Wednesday, December 7, 2016

About Endings


Perhaps you remember my friend, Miss Trudy. She is the neighbor who became my friend. She moved into an assisted living almost two years ago and did well there. She ate meals with others in the dining room and with physical therapy was able to get out of her wheelchair and use a walker to get around her apartment. She was happy and she was no longer alone.

At the beginning of last summer she developed a serious infection that required hospitalization, surgery, and another stay in a skilled nursing facility. After a few months, she was able to return to the assisted living but never quite hit her stride again after her return. She wasn't interested in General Hospital anymore. She didn't want to go on outings. She stopped reading her romance novels. She missed her husband who died some years ago and talked about looking forward to seeing him "on the other side of this mess."

In late November, she gradually stopped eating. Nothing sounded good. On Sunday she asked me to bring her See's candy. Chocolate is her favorite. I brought her a half pound box of truffles. She took one bite and handed the candy back to me.

"You keep it," she said.

"Are you sure?"

"I don't even want chocolate anymore... I guess this is serious."

Tuesday night I sat with her and we watched a couple of Christmas movies on the Hallmark Channel while we waited for a meeting with the admissions nurse from hospice. Miss Trudy had seen all of the Hallmark movies before at least three times but she wanted to watch them again. They all had happy endings. She especially liked the one about Mrs. Claus going alone to New York City to try to find "Christmas magic" to bring back to Santa at the North Pole.

The hospice nurse interviewed us to see if Miss Trudy would be a candidate for hospice. She asked questions about her mood, her pain level, and her advanced directive and religious preferences. Miss Trudy would begin to answer a question, get tired, sigh, and then look at me to finish the answer. I signed some paperwork. Hospice will start coming everyday now.

Tonight I went to see her and I brought Teddy with me. First he stopped to say hello to all of the residents in the lobby, making his way from one person to the next, collecting pets and hugs. When we entered Miss Trudy's room, Teddy went straight to the lounger she was sitting in and lay down on her feet.

A staff member came and took her blood sugar - it was quite low. Another staff member came with dinner and tried to coax Miss Trudy to eat. She refused. After they left, she drank a few sips of orange juice and we watched the local news together in her too warm room.  "You are a very good boy, aren't you Teddy?" she said. "You're just the best boy."










Tuesday, December 6, 2016

Step 2


Clearly, this is going to be a long-ish process. Day 2 of the tree and Mr. Rosenberg was kind enough to put some lights on. Of course, it's pretty at this stage, but I'm thinking by the weekend we'll have her all dressed up. Watch this space.



Monday, December 5, 2016

Tree in the Buff


We got our Christmas tree last night and for the first time ever, I did not get it home and immediately decorate it. It's been sitting here, looking pretty in front of the living room window, but it's naked. I'm moving slow but enjoying it even in its au natural state.

I'll pull it together over the next few days.

Getting the tree always reminds me of my Gram Melva. I shared this story years ago, and I'll share it again now.  Click here to read, "It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Melva."



Sunday, December 4, 2016

Smacksy Sunday Links

Fog under the apple trees.

Why patience is more important than your busy day.

What the oldest people in the world eat every day.

Simple hospitality.

What it takes to open a bookstore.

What's your relationship with coffee?

And a dog who loves fringe.

Happy Sunday.