What's that old saying? "The hurriedier
I go, the behinder I get" ? I was so proud of the albeit small
progress I had made on The Cleanup until Ned came today. Ned, bless
his heart, worked like a demon all afternoon and he moved everything else
except the things I use every day (my desk, computer, printer and the
accoutrements that are piled on top of them) to the living room.
Now, bear in mind that my office is 12 x 15
feet and the living room is 15 x 22 feet. This is how the living room
looks now.
Ned kept the recliner (Lizzie's bed), the couch (my bed) and the straight
backed chair (Polly's bed) free.
The only 3 pieces of furniture
without something piled on it!
These pictures don't begin to do justice to
how stuffed with stuff it all is. There are two obvious questions to
ask: how did I fit all of this in my office to begin with, and how am
I going to get it all back in again when it's time!
Ned has removed and dusted every book and
scrapbook -- definitely no mean feat! -- and all I need to do is sort
through it all. All I need to do.
I was so proud of the progress I'd made this
past week and the bit of plan I was beginning to imagine for how to arrange
the office when it gets painted (yes, paint is included in the plans) and
now it all looks overwhelming again.
When this project is finished, I'm going to
have to send Ned on a cruise or something to thank him!
In the late afternoon, I went over to my
mother's, mainly to make sure she didn't accidentally go to the dining room
for dinner, when we planned to take her out for Chinese food. Also to
prepare her for going out.
She was in good spirits, unable to remember
anything, of course (we went over at least 20 times or more what we were
going to do and who was going to be there). But despite the endless
repeating, we had a good 2 hour visit. At one point, when frustrated
about something she complained that it's hard to be old and when I told her
about a 102 year old man I heard recently who said he keeps from feeling old
by staying active, she said "I don't complain about feeling old, do I?"
Then said she doesn't feel old. And then a couple of minutes
later she was complaining about how hard it was to be old again
But I had to laugh as she looked around her
neat, orderly apartment and sighed that she just had to do something about
all this stuff. "You don't have clutter like this, do you?" I
just laughed.
Ned and Walt didn't make it over to Atria, as
was the original plan so we met them at the restaurant, Ding How, a very
small Chinese restaurant about 4 blocks from Atria. She probably ate
more tonight than I have seen her eat at Atria in three years. She had
crab wontons, chow mein, black mushrooms and broccoli, honey walnut shrimp,
snow peas with water chestnuts, and pork fried rice. She went back for
seconds...and, amazingly, thirds on the rice, and seconds on the won
ton. I couldn't believe this was the woman who only wants a tiny bowl
of fruit salad for lunch and when served vegetable soup never eats the
vegetables because it's just too much for her to handle.
When we drove her back to Atria, this time
she didn't seem disoriented and unsure where to go when she entered the
building. That varies from time to time -- last time she seemed
totally lost -- but today she just strode in confidently, turned and waved,
and disappeared as she headed off to her apartment.
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