We almost had a
head-on collision the other day.
I had gone to
Atria to pick my mother up for her new orthopedist appointment, to have her cast
replaced (because the swelling has now gone down and the cast was too loose).
I've noticed new people in the memory unit lately. Like the lady who
always sits in the foyer in her wheel chair asking everyone when someone is
going to pick her up. They always tell her "tomorrow" and I suspect nobody
ever comes to pick her up.
There's also
the very nice lady who carries around a stuffed kitten wrapped in a blanket,
holding it like a baby, who walks close to us so that she can escape out the
door if we leave (the aids are good at redirecting her).
My mother's
"friend" Loretta, who lives across the hall from her seems to have a new
roommate. As I went to my mother's apartment she was coming out, with her
walker, arguing with the helper she had that she did not want to be walking with
the walker.
I got a jacket
for my mother and walked down to meet her, halfway to the back door. By
the time we got her jacket on her, the walker lady had walked the length of the
hall and was on her way back. She saw us standing there, aimed her walker
directly at us and sped up We had to grab my mother out of the way or she
would have run right into us.
Exciting times
at "the home."
The doctor
appointment went well, though she still doesn't know why she's there or why her
arm hurts.
(I loved the tattoo on the guy who put on her new cast)
She seemed more fragile and more depressed than the last time, which doesn't
surprise me. This accident has done something to her stamina.
We dropped her
off at home and then the next day I went to visit and be there so Jeri could
call her. I told her that Jeri would be calling and she didn't know who
that was (she also thought I was a "nice lady"). I said that Jeri was her
granddaughter and she said "I didn't know I had a granddaughter; I guess I've
never met her."
While waiting
for Jeri to call, she seemed to fall asleep. I let her sleep and by the
time Jeri called, she was out. Like one of her passing out spells. I
couldn't wake her up, so Jeri couldn't talk to her. After we hung up, I
tried again to wake her up, to no avail.
I went to the
person who run the memory unit and suggested to her that they leave her be and
check on her in an hour. I fully expected to get a call telling me they
had sent her to the ER, but no. I guess she woke up on her own.
I told Walt
I've decided that these spells are "practice dying" spells and that one day she
just won't wake up again. If only she could end her life that peacefully.
We were back in the theater Saturday night,
after about a 3 week hiatus.
We saw The Nether, a play by Jennifer
Haley. "I don't know what I just saw, but I loved it," Walt said when it was
over.
I checked with the wife of one of the other
critics for her opinion. "I hated it," she said (which didn't surprise
me!)
"I'm sure glad you're writing this
review and not me," said another critic.
Another recently retired critic expressed
disappointment that he had nobody to write a review for because he found it
an enjoyable challenge.
This is a kinda sci fi story taking place in
some dystopian world, when technology has evolved enough to allow people to
enter a virtual realm on the internet and interact with the virtual people
there.
The site was set up by a confessed pedophile,
who finds this a way to release his urges without any danger to any real
children in his real life. Apparently part of the experience is having
sex with children and then killing them. But since they are androids,
they can regenerate and you can do it again.
It's all very creepy, but written so well and
acted so well that I found myself enjoying it, though it does open up the
doors for all sorts of discussions about morality!
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