Thanks to my nephew's wife, Heather Whitney for taking some great pictures of mom on Sunday morning while mom and Marley sat on their favorite bench, watching traffic and counting cars.
"I was counting cars," mom said. I asked how many? "I forgot how many. But it is a beautiful day out there. Cooler now. What are we going into?" It is fall, I reminded her. Soon it will be winter. "Yes, that's right. The summer concerts in the park across the street are done for this year. I'm looking out my window right now at the sports fields and the grass is bright green. I guess the kids are busy doing other things today. There aren't any games going on." I remind her it is Sunday and they are probably off doing family things.
|Mom and Marley|
Her feeling of loss was extended to include the farmhouse, which she said has collapsed. She hasn't actually returned to the farm nor seen what condition the house is in, these days. Old neighbors and friends told her it is in bad shape.
She turned the conversation to being hungry and that she was planning to walk to the nearby Subway in a while for a sandwich. "I don't have any food in my apartment. Well, she does have cereal, but nothing like soup or meal-worthy food. She gets Meals on Wheels at noon time each day, but they don't deliver on weekends. She ran out of soup and ate the rest of her Meals on Wheels leftovers.
|Enjoying a fall day in the sun.|
Okay, so once again it is another week and she is looking forward to a visit from my sister, Liz. At least she thinks it is this week that Liz will be in town. I've heard this for two or three weeks now, but the visit hasn't happened yet. Mom gets confused -- she keeps telling people that I am coming to visit and I keep reminding her, I am not.
|Mom and Marley counting cars.|
I asked again if she'd received the photos I sent her two weeks ago. "Were they old pictures from years ago?" Some were, but mostly pictures of the girls, me the flowers and birds in our yard. "Maybe they are here and I laid them down somewhere. I can't remember. I don't know if I got them or not, but I will try to find them." Mom said she does that, now. Brings something like mail in and puts it down. She forgets about it and loses it.
"I need to clean my apartment." I said that's no fun and she disagrees, because she is afraid the complex management will find out her place is dirty and they would get rid of her. I reassure her that won't happen. Well, she also doesn't want anyone else to see her place when it isn't clean. I remind her that she's already done a lifetime of cleaning.
"That's right. I cleaned Mrs Damon's house for years." You also cleaned up after a husband, six kids and dad's parents, I said. "Everyone has to do that. I have to keep busy, keep moving, find something to do or else.
"When I was young I always walked. I always played sports. I was in the band and I loved that." She played the flute. I wanted to play flute in band, but they kept giving me other instruments that I didn't want to play like the coronet (didn't want ugly blisters on my lips) and the clarinet (sounded like a duck call to me). I did play piano, but never very well. My brother Dick wanted to play drums and I don't know why, but they tried to get him interested in another instrument, so he gave up on music. On the other hand, Dick's daughter, Erin is the percussionist in the family. My brother Len had the musical talent. He played the French horn and organ.
Let's see now, we talked about Cuba cheese and politicians. Mom thinks that her county has the best of both. Cuba cheese is hands down good and I agree with that one. She says the politicians at least do what they promise to do. She calls them active and up to date. Mom thinks she has the inside scoop as she was an active member of the Board of Elections for many years. I am not going to remind her about how she tried to talk me out of registering as a Democrat the first time I voted.
"There are only four registered democrats and everyone knows who they are. They will know if you register Democrat." Not a good reason, mom.
The conversation went back to food and mom's decision to go to the sub shop as she was in the mood and hungry. We said our goodbye. Mom said she loves our talks. I told her I would call on Wednesday and she said she would write that down. Hah.
"I love you, mom."
"I love you, too, sweetheart."