Well, Jeri was only here with us for a very short time, but what fun
we had with her. It's so nice when you like your children.
This morning she borrowed Walt's bike and went off riding around town
to "run errands." I found out later that one of the "errands"
she ran was to stop at the 7-11 across from the cemetery, buy a tiny bottle of Jim Beam,
go to the cemetery, stand over Paul and David's grave, call my mother and the two of them
together "drank a toast" to the boys and she poured the rest on the grave
marker. I love that she did that.
She got all her stuff packed up as soon as she got home again and we
were on the road to my mother's. I had told her that we would be there for lunch.
There have been so many schedule changes since Jeri first left Boston that
it has been very confusing for someone who already has memory problems. She
called me around 4 last night to ask if she was expecting anybody for dinner that night.
We told her again that we would see her today and would be there in time
for lunch and stay for dinner. I really didn't want to do anything else to confuse
her further!
We had a nice lunch. She had fixed clam chowder, stuff for
sandwiches, and fixings for a salad, which seemed pretty good for someone who says she
never cooks and has forgotten how.
After lunch, I gave out the last of the Christmas presents, set up my
mother's Sentsy, which she will probably never use much because I forgot that one of her
"now that I'm in my 90s I have these problems" problems is that she is losing
her sense of smell, so she could barely smell it when she held the scented blocks to her
nose and I don't think she smelled it at all when it was up and running. Owell.
It's a nice decoration.
Of course we had to take the traditional Grandma/Jeri picture.
And we even took a 3-generation picture.
While we were at it, Jeri took a picture of Walt and me too.
In the middle of the afternoon, we went for a walk around the lagoon
in the park where my mother lives. Her doctor has suggested she do this every day,
twice a day, if possible. I can't remember how far around the lagoon it is but I
think it's something like 1/2 to 3/4 mile. With her back problems, my mother has to
stop frequently to sit and rest for a bit but there are benches spaced all around the
water so this is easy for her. I loved watching her and Jeri walking along the
water, deep in conversation.
There are several kinds of water birds that frequent the lagoon.
I loved this guy, who spent quite a long time drying out his wings.
There was also a large flock of American coots along the path, who
all turned tail and waddled off when Jeri and my mother approached.
Then we had dinner. If lunch had been "nice," dinner
was a huge surprise. The woman who has forgotten everything she ever knew about
cooking, had made spaghetti sauce with meatballs and we had spaghetti and
meatballs, a great salad and French bread for dinner. She never ceases to amaze me.
After dinner we watched Huell Howser's program, "California
Gold." Howser, a California television legend for many years, had just died two
days ago and neither Jeri nor my mother had heard of this unique broadcaster (who was a
favorite of Walt's mother), so we had to show them an example. In starting to write
this journal entry, I did some Googling about Howser and found this
link to an article that included a lot of reactions on Twitter. You MUST scroll
down far enough to see the video of the avocado-eating dog, which is classic Howser,
(Earlier in the day, Ned had put together a special tribute to Howser
on his radio station and texted us what time it would be on, so we sat here and tuned in
Jack-FM and listened to Huell Howser there.)
Having done our duty by the memory of Huell Howser, we bid the two
others goodbye and headed home to feed the dogs, who were very happy to see us
(Sheila had not eaten Polly after all).
1 comment:
I thought I left a comment this morning, but I guess it didn't go through (or just not put up 8^) ).
Anyhow, I love Jeri's visit with her brothers. It does sound so much like your family.
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