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This profile photo is my mom and me at the beach--she is 26 and I am about 18 months. LOVE the joy!! I am a mom of three and a teacher; being a teacher means I have to go back and cut the f-bombs. There were a few. Because Alzheimer's sucks badly. This blog, for nine years now--skipping a few while I was too cheap to buy my domain name-- helps me un-peel and process the endless layers of sad woven with weird and--impossibly--comedy.

Saturday, March 8, 2014

Singing Stevie in the Late Stage Wing

         This is about the best I could have possibly hoped for, as far an an environment for my late stage mama. But still, someone seems to have a dirty diaper. So we've lathered up with fragrant lotion to quell the smell. She's really holding my hands today, which is sweet. I got her some pretty slippers with gold shimmer and a new cobalt blue long sleeved T, also shimmery. (Clearance, or as my dad calks it, the "no one else will buy" rack at Shopko.)
        There is a man to our right making quite a production of reading the newspaper. One of the activities  staff read a headline: "Talking Trash" (God I hate idioms as headlines) and he's saying little phrases as he-rather dexterously-  turns the pages. He has a stethoscope so maybe he was a doctor, or played one on TV. He seems quite studious and is maybe following financial trends or looking at the comics or just clinging to routine.
        The guy to our left is yelling "help me!" and another is bellowing, "Hey!" When he gets eye contact with me. When I walked by him to get water, (or look for smelling salts-seriously it is ripe in here-it's usually not but it's lunch time and the staff if trying to get that going) he did call me "Madame" (is there a silent e?) which was quite polite. Perhaps a world traveler in his "prime" which may have been ten years ago, or two.
        There's a bad Jackie Chan western movie in (on a big flat screen TV-not the one with Owen Wilson) "Hey, madame" guy appears to be dozing.
         In spite of the charming country Americana ducks and Rosebud sled-old-photo-type decor, with some warm light fixtures and pretty sconces, I'm still dreaming of the "Dementia Village" in Amsterdam.
        And I think my mom has the dirty diaper. Just the same, I'm singing with Stevie Wonder's "Isn't she Lovely?" On my phone while taking notes and generally multi-tasking. Why would I be different than with my kids? "Yep, totally present...Oh, wait...this giggling baby meme is adorable." 
She used to like Stevie, and I did see her tap a foot for a few beats, really.
        And as we have left that room and are sitting in the dining room, I really don't think the poo smell was her after all. And I'm going to get her to eat some veggies. At least my loved one can still eat solids. Some of them in here can't. 
Ah, but the decor...

I call this a warm light fixture. (Not pictured: Wild duck decor. SO MUCH duck decor.)

Thoughtful young me

Thoughtful young me

Seventies chicks

Seventies chicks
Me and my mom Lynn, 1973